Magic Warior Novels & Stories

Even the spirit queen herself no harm has done. This time around, Marvio let out his hundred percent magical force. He is now in full power. He decided to end this fight in one blow. Their armies perished from his magical force, which he doesn't care at all. Immediately anger consumed him seeing the kid's face has no reaction from the full power radiating with in him. Marvio thought this as a mockery the reason why he raised his right palm. A palm that ancient era's of tales, that can destroy an empire for just a blow. He is Marvio Ancienterre, the ancient of ancient eras destroyer. The most powerful wizard of all time. A wizard that can par to Marvellion Ancienterre.

He took a second look around to observed the burnt and charred, broken earth, then he surmised that it was the 'strange red creature' that set him free. "Thank you for releasing me. My name is Nri Magu, and I'm the God Of War. what may I call you?" even, when this Nri Magu spoke, the sky rumbled and resonated with his voice. Yet, His face was pale, because he was gravely injured and was not at the peak of his powers. In fact, he had been dying slowly. "Hmm... The creature calls himself the 'God Of War,' what an unusual title." The Bloody Red Humanoid figure murmured aloud ignoring the 'God of War's courtesy. And mocked with a sarcastic tone, he obviously didn't take Nri Magu seriously.

His protegee. Hawk often shared his spells with him. Having Magus document, them in books for them both. Building himself a legacy among the mages. The only one who knew more spells than Hawk was Warlord but even I knew that there was something altogether different about Warlord. He doesn’t seem to need spells to use his magic. He simply wills something, and it happens. “There you are!” Magus saw us returning. He lifted a fist for the class to take a break.

He and Clash completed warrior training, and it’s time for them to go serve in the werewolf military. Their training was to be a sharpshooter, but they can also quick shift. Dad says it’s a rare skill and makes them a valuable asset to their platoon. Marco says he’s looking forward to it. Can you believe that shit? Who looks forward to going to war? Actually, I can think of a couple of our pack members… I overheard Mom telling our female Beta Abdicate, Becca Stone, that dark witches have gotten involved. Thirty warriors from our pack alone have died this month. I haven’t told Marco. He’s going regardless. Being morbid won’t help make him stay.

"One week. That's generous considering I could just kill you right now and install someone competent." Magic exploded before Jasmina could stop it. Power surged outward. Knocked Marcus backward ten feet. He hit the wall. Hard. Slid down. But he was laughing. "There it is," he said, standing. Blood on his lip. "The uncontrolled power. The danger I was talking about. Thank you for proving my point." "Get out." "Gladly. One week, girl. Step down or face the consequences." Marcus walked to the door. Paused. "And just so we're clear? Those fifty warriors outside? That's a fraction of what Mountain Ridge can field. If this comes to war, you'll lose."

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

"It was taken off the essence of thriving worlds. Jaden, in his obsession to create a whole new level in his craft, especially bought off worlds and experimented with them until its untimely end." "Its might?" "We shall know soon enough, won't we?" "Jaden Silva has always stayed behind the war lines and has shared his expertise using only his craft and creations." "I heard that he was once a fiery bloke in the past? When he was wooing the hand of Juliet Silva." "Now we shall see if he truly has a sense to battle someone vastly superior that he is." "BOOM!" The first detonation was heard by all that marked the beginning of the war between a wizard smith and the man everyone only knew of as Ma

I shook my head, and there she was. I stared at the machine. This chair was something else. The sparks shooting from those wires were enough to make me hallucinate. I guess this was a warlock’s doing. “Overload!” The yell jolted me back to the present. It had come from Jeremy, who was struggling to hold back Marcus from coming to this man’s aid. The rest of the warriors were badly injured. Had Marcus beaten them to such degree that they kept groaning in pain, unable to stand back up. What had gotten in Marcus? He appeared fiercer, stronger, and undefeated even.

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

“Can’t you handle losing?” Young Master Warren smirked and laughed with a lot of disdain, “Ha-ah-ah…, young girl, when I was out there making a name for myself, you were still cuddling in your mother’s arms. Your provocation is useless to me! Don’t try to struggle. Be my girl. I can give you a lot of whatever you want.” After saying this, he waved his hand towards his men. Those men, looking like wolves seeing a little white rabbit, smirked and walked towards Maria.