Magic Warior Novels & Stories

His pitch-black eyes bore into the man, but the warrior remained unfazed, his look defiant as he replied. "Who would join a warlock with delusion of grandeur?" the man shot back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Mason's response was swift and merciless. With a muttered incantation and a twist of his fingers, he cast a deadly spell upon the insolent warrior, causing the man to choke and gasp for air. The warlock didn't relent until the warrior lay lifeless on the ground, a grim testament to the consequences of defiance. The crowd recoiled in horror at the display of power, gasps of disbelief echoing through the square. Mason surveyed the crowd with a cold detachment, his gaze sweeping over the

Tacamorga is summoned to my war room, he is my Head Hunter, and I am very proud of him, his fetes are unlike any other in my ranks, he's huge, even more so than I am at least 6 ft 8" and built like a tank, his skin is littered with scars and tattoos and he wears a Red eye patch over his right eye, he says it helps him focus and shoot better at his target, he is a man of very few words, I saved him from descending and he has been faithful to me ever since.

No matter how hard it was. Bunny did some of his tech magic, and a second later, we could all hear what was going on. “Is this what you want?” the male asked again, and he sounded mentally unstable. “To be an MC's whore?” Fuck! Prez shared a quick glance with me, and I nodded. He was worried about his woman, and he definitely should be. Whoever this person was, he was capable of putting a bullet through someone’s head to get it. He was losing his touch with reality and clearly thought that Grace belonged to him.

The old warehouse had been empty for a few months, but with generators connected, the music playing, and the bikes all parked in sections, it looked like the perfect way to spend the day. He parked his bike in an empty space, waiting for Jenna to park the truck right behind his bike. He couldn’t park with the Warriors, it would be seen as favoritism, and that his allegiance lay with them and only them. This way, he was still just Wrath, the lone rider. He spotted the Warriors immediately, and Weasel took the shopping bags from Jenna’s hands. “You are sitting with us, aren’t you?” Jake grinned. “Yeah, Weasel, we’re sitting with you.”

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

the Elite spats venomously. I study him for a moment, pondering this information. This is why the hybrids are winning the war. While we're stuck thinking they're monsters ready to devour our children, they examine us and record our motives and habits. This man has seen more wars than I could ever dream of, and yet, he doesn't comprehend his enemy. "Did they try to kidnap Kieran? Did they take something?" I throw the questions rapidly, firing them as my heart speeds in my chest. This feels wrong. This is wrong.

He said, his eyes locked on the rogue, “But a good warrior doesn’t abandon his team. A real warrior dies with honor, not in cowardice.” The rogue’s eyes widened in terror as Alpha Czar lifted his hand, his claws slowly elongating, turning into deadly weapons. The rogue barely had time to comprehend what was happening before he struck. With lightning speed, Alpha Czar’s claws slashed through the rogue’s neck, severing veins and spilling blood onto the floor. The rogue gasped for breath, his hands flying to his throat, but it was too late. He collapsed in a lifeless heap at his Alpha's feet.

As he examined Dakario, he seemed to be staring into and empty book. Dakario, on the other hand, was well aware that the foreigner would overwhelm him with sheer strength. And he was well aware that his frail form would never be able to withstand a strike. After all, he wasn't a warrior, and the challenge was just a battle with no set rules, so he was going to rely on the one thing that could offer him an advantage, Vurhanil magic!

When I put one of my eyes on it, and closed the other one, I could see everything very clearly. “You are not to move. Talk. Or even breathe when Kent is here.” My mother said to me when she found out Kent, a werewolf with the biggest clan, was interested in seeing Marianna. “Mama, I cleaned all the china, and swatted the sofa. You won’t find any of our wolf hairs or real hairs. Can Jezebel and I go out now? She hasn’t been out since the incident.” I heard Marianna, my light, my love, my sister, ask my mother. Only her red hair was visible to me but I could almost imagine her pink button nose scrunching up as it always did, as she talked.

Taking long strides, he went back to the parking towards his Lamborghini which his Dad had just gifted him as his birthday present and reversed out of the building.  Minahil was sitting with Zaviar and his friends. “Zaviar is not that bad!” she thought to herself. "Zavi, do you know Abraham got a Lamborghini!" One of them exclaimed. Her ears perked up hearing his name. "Dude, that boy is filthy rich!" Another commented. "It's a black matte!" Another added. Zaviar was talking to them but she was getting irritated of his name. "I'm leaving!" She stated and walked away without listening to whatever he was saying to her.