Magic Warior Novels & Stories

All this began when a man named Marcus Levia stepped into Morrigan. News reached King Marwick after ninety days, so he took a stroll to know who the gentle man was, seeing Marcus Levia, King Marwick was delighted. Marcus was a pale skinned man with good stature having long dark hair; a man who was one with his sword and knew no flaw. King Marwick welcomed Marcus into his Castle and made him Commander over the Morrigan forces. Together they warded of attacks from preying kingdoms and knew no defeat; Marcus was a god in man vessel, having the strength of five well-built men and the power to summon lightning. He was able to take down troops before they could advance; his speed and skills were t

No, a warlock … that’s the word for males. Chance cleared his throat as if he were my dad, scolding me and I wanted to growl. But he was a seasoned warrior and fought alongside my brothers as a Shadow Warrior. I was hardly fit to challenge him in any fashion. “Meadow, this is Ben. Ben this is Meadow,” Chance said. I pulled back from my mate and we smiled at each other. He took my hand again and kissed it. “It is truly my honor, Meadow,” he said. “Yeah so uhm, I’ll just leave you guys and uh head back then,” Chance said, clearly not sure what to do with himself.

Warren, exhausted from taking every blow from Meealduan with his shield was bringing up the rear, every blast took a toll on Warren making it harder for him to keep up but his shield reflected every blast into the enemy. Krona paused looking back as he saw Warren stumble and fall dropping his shield, unable to use his magic any further, unable to catch his breath he noticed two COG members to his right, Krona darted back his shield in front of him crashing into two men and knocking them over the cliff edge, quickly recovering from the impact Krona turned and grabbed Warren under his elbow and dragged him up “Come on man, we’re almost there, think of Druenn, the boy needs you!” Krona rasped,

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

“Fann didn’t give us any password, he simply told us to come and get his wife for him. We are not strangers to you, tell her we are who we say and she should come with us.” Eleanor shook her head and took a step back. “I will not willingly leave without a password. My husband would not do this.” “Are you certain, m’Lady? He did not tell me there would be a password,” Thomas said cautiously. “Because there isn’t one.” The stranger took a few quick strides forward. “I’ll not be waylaid by any woman’s folly, lady or no. If we are to be returned before dark we must leave immediately.” He bent and swung Eleanor over his shoulder before anyone could say a word. Using the momentum of the movement a

Larry clenched his fist and exerted his energy to emanate a formidable aura. "A level seven warrior emperor! Maron! This guy is a level seven warrior emperor!" the mustached man exclaimed in alarm. Maron sneered, "What's there to be scared of? Leave him to me. A casual practitioner like him will never be able to match me in terms of combat skills. I'll leave the others to you. Remember to kill the men and that little girl. The only people we're sparing are those beautiful women." The mustached man agreed readily. "Gotcha!"

"We need to get you out of here... now, there's going to be a bloody war tonight believe me Bella, and I need to make sure you're safe. We got made security, the whole squad is here, Aunt Jessie's people, Diego's grandfather's people, Miss Amanda's people, over 300 Mafians globally donated their man for this war,Mario doesn't know what's coming for him tonight", he said. "People are coming coming out to rescue me?", I whispered almost crying. "Miss Bella, you're a living legend , people would die to save you", he said. I smiled, "Thank you ", I whispered. "Great, now let's go ", he said and held my hands.

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

I turned to see Thane, bloodied and enraged, slashing through two witches at once—until a crimson bolt of magic ripped across his shoulder, tearing flesh and sending him staggering backward. Maria was further south, her wolf barely visible through the thicket. She fought with the elegance of a born warrior, her fangs locked around the neck of a hybrid mage, while a second hybrid tried to flank her. She countered just in time—but not before a blast of ice magic struck her left side, freezing part of her flank mid-motion. “Maria!” I barked through the mind-link. “I’m fine,” she growled, but I felt her pain pulse through the bond like a cracked drum.

He didn’t stick his hand back through with his middle finger upraised, but he might as well have. “Well, that’s just fucking great,” Ian said. “We need someone with magic to deal with the damn shaman.” Pressure boiled up in me until I thought steam had to be whistling out of my ears. I lunged forward and grabbed Ian by his shirt with both fists, dragging him down until his startled face was on a level with mine. “What the fuck do you think I am, Ian?” I gritted out. “I’m a warlock. I have magic, dumbfuck. And you. Do not. Own me. Are we clear?” I gave him a shake, not that it moved him much. The point got across, though. “If I’m part of this pack, I’m going to pull my weight, and that makes