Magic Warior Novels & Stories

"We will soon be there." "Yes, and we will go into full war mode," my head warrior added. He was a thick hunk of a man, really broad and wide with a height of almost seven feet. He was brave too and was a formidable fighter with the best strategies and that was why I had chosen him to be my head warrior. He had all the skills needed to occupy the position. He deserved the position. "We will emerge victorious. We will shame that evil mage before killing him," I said with the confidence I felt revealing itself in my voice.

“Stop there!” I tried to command it, but it was not taken any orders. “I am not designed to take orders. I saved your life at birth and I own you any day and any time.”The beast said to me as he rushed at me. I roared and faced him head on too. He was too fucking powerful to hold down at all. I tried my best to tame him down, but he was resilient and stubborn. The beast grabbed me by the shoulder and flung me as if I had no weight. I landed on the floor and winced with pain. I saw blood on my face. I can't believe that there was no progress at all. My skills as a warrior mage had very little effect in him. He was too powerful and I had to think for another way out. He is not designed to be i

I'm going to Carival. - Yeah, - the middle-aged warrior laughed. - What a mage! With two swords and no staff. And can you prove it? Well, then, go ahead. They don't accept mages if you didn't know, haha. - Okay, - Yarsi did not want to show his own abilities at all, but it was impossible to get out without noise. - You asked for it. "Yeah," the warrior nodded gleefully. “Can you do something, mage?” Hey - hey, no kidding, - he stepped back, because the guy with incredible speed drew one of the swords from the scabbard.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

he spat. "what are you guys standing there for? size this little girl," he said with anger. As Rocco's angry command echoed through the air, my heart raced with anticipation. Rocco's words dripped with contempt, but little did he know, I was no ordinary girl. Standing my ground, I watched as the warriors charged towards me, their faces contorted with determination. But before they could even draw close, Jada, my loyal wolf, unleashed a torrent of magical energy. It surged forth with a ferocity that sent the warriors hurtling backwards, their bodies tumbling through the air with astonishing force.

I was here to find my place, to rebuild my life on my terms. Miguel gestured toward the sparring ring in the center of the grounds. “Step in,” he said simply. I hesitated for only a moment before climbing in, the packed dirt under my boots firm and familiar. Across from me stood a tall warrior with broad shoulders and an arrogant smirk. His name was Darius, one of the senior wolves in Miguel’s pack. “So, you’re the outsider,” he said, circling me. “Let’s see if you can hold your own.”

His fear of these two witches magicks warring with his need to stay close to his mate. Astrid reached out and lay a hand on his thick, sinewy forearm. "Wait, Warrior. There are things we must discuss first. Plans to be made." Brand huffed. "I have no plans that involve witches. My only plans involve getting myself somewhere safe until I can figure out how to get back to my ti…uh, home." "Ahh, but I know your other secret, Brandur the Destroyer. You already let it slip, remember? Besides, the Spirit has shown me. You are not from this time, are you?"

On high, the Hunters’ observation tower signaled withdrawal but Evelyn knew the real war was only beginning. --- Control Room Seraphim. A voice crackled over the radio: “Sir Alaric, Seraphim is back‑firing! Power systems have inverted! We can’t… stop it!” Alaric tightened his grip on a silver sword; a fanatical light shone in his eyes. “Good. Then let this flame burn everything. If blood is sin, I will be God’s hand.” He withdrew an emergency activation key, his voice like an oath: “Seraphim! Phase Two, engage.”

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”