Magic Warior Novels & Stories

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.

"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.

***** Shaking his head because their conversation was getting out of hand, Erriene spoke sincerely, "I am truly sorry for your mother." Alarick nodded, but Erriene did not believe the warlord’s acceptance. "I am, Alarick. I admit I might have used… the knowledge of his absence in the past but… I never meant to hurt anyone. I never lied to you." Erriene bit his lips while Alarick frowned at him. The warlord was looking straight at him, as if trying hard to believe his words, but failing. "You said building those temples would bring him back."

He had just arrived because he had been busy with other responsibilities. When Warren heard that Wren wanted to use the Holy Fire Battle Armor, the Sky Light Holy Sword, and a copy of the Light Deity Technique to convince an unknown person from the unheard sect called the Miracle Doctor Sect, he was furious. It was difficult for someone like him to even have a glimpse of the Holy Fire Battle Armor and the Sky Light Holy Sword, yet Wren wanted to give them to a few strangers he had just met. How could he do something like that? That was when Warren stopped whatever he was doing and rushed immediately to where Wren was. He had listened to the reports of the disciples while he was on his way ov

In addition to their tough training sessions that pushed them to their limits, Magnus and Lara had taken on the duty of training additional warriors to protect the whole town. The danger was not just from outside threats anymore. It could also come from within, so they had to be ready for anything. Gamma Darius, one of their most reliable and skilled warriors, was assigned to lead this important task. Previously, this responsibility was held by Gamma Darwin, who was lost in the battle when Draven had control over Tribiano.

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

Urged on by his support, the warriors moved again. So did I. A Warrior came at me brazenly from the front. In one swift motion, I knocked his feet out from under him, so that he landed with a deafening thud on the hard ground. Maya shouted, and I turned to see one of the men had her by the hair.

He’s happy I’ve been reunited with my mom. He faces Marion again. “She’s the spitting image of you.” Marion is as still as a statue, strong and unmoving. “Do you know my name?” Diego pauses. Time for more on-the-fly conversation. “Marion,” he finally responds. “The most feared Sun Warrior in history. Many think you’re dead.” Marion’s gaze is unwavering. “Do you know why I’ve allowed you to see me even though you’re a werewolf?” There’s venom in her voice on the last word.

she called him by his real name. The warriors were still stunned by the lightning and when they saw that two of them talking, they began to whisper between them again. The Commander of Moriah's army, Panther, he was feeling anxious and frightened at the absence of his Lord. He couldn't decide that what he should command the fighters; whether order them to continue fighting or surrender to their enemies.