Magical Rider Novels & Stories

The old man smiled like a cat who’d already swallowed the canary and was licking cream from his whiskers “Name’s Caedrin wizard wanderer collector of rare and broken things” His gaze slid past her sharp as broken glass to the second rider thundering up the road through curtains of rain Kaelin soaked to the bone hood ripped back by the wind silver hair plastered to her skull Across her saddlebow lay Lyra—still unconscious head lolling blue-silver veins crawling up her throat like living frost. They glowed faintly beneath skin gone nearly translucent lips almost black. Each shallow breath looked borrowed like the next one might be refused

Roland immediately climbed the high stone watchtower, his expression hardening into cold steel. "Someone is approaching the perimeter," Roland reported sharply. Killian joined him on the high wall in an instant. A single rider was crossing the frozen, snowy plains. There was no invading army behind him. No royal escort. Just one lone man mounted on a massive, terrifying black horse. The mysterious rider stopped exactly fifty yards away from the heavy iron gates, the beast's breath pluming in the air. Then, the rider slowly dismounted. He reached up and pulled back his heavy dark hood, letting long black hair fall over a set of dark armor meticulously etched with glowing crimson runes. His ey

“Show him to me!” The mirror stayed blank. My own reflection stared back at me. I was trembling with rage. "This cannot be happening!" I screamed in anger and swept the bowl off the table, sending bones and ash flying. “Why can’t I see him?” I hissed. My magic had always worked. Always. No one could hide from me not even a traitor, nor a child, and certainly not even Lucian. But this dragon rider... he was invisible, and that terrified me greatly.

“A man could well lose his part to her gentle touch!” “Then what have you planned?” Jaecar’s black brows lifted in interest. “I intend to play as unfairly as she.” “How’s that?” “A spell an old friend gave me.” “The mage Commander when he trained you.” “Nay.” Magus shook his head. “We rarely saw him. The one that truly trains is his Second in Command, Hawk. He was my mentor.” “And what spell did he give you?” Magus beamed. “One to melt a woman who’s toyed with you too long. One he wrote for a particular little mage that had been teasing him below the breeches.”

Call him here. Kim shook his head warily. One of the riders, a young red-haired warrior, turned his horse around and immediately broke into a gallop. The magician only bit his lip, feeling his heart beat wildly in his chest. His expectations were justified almost immediately, the rider still managed to drive off, but not far. A blurry shadow swept over the road, and in the next moment both the horse and the man were knocked to the ground. The animal neighed long, thrashed its feet in the air, trying to get up, the downed rider did not move. The merchants froze in confusion, staring at the road, alarm reflected on their faces. Warriors clanged to draw their swords, merchants raised hatchets a

Luna quickly became an inseparable part of the group, using her astounding magical powers to assist them through challenging situations with her wisdom. And not to be forgotten was Roran, a powerful dwarf with a warm heart. Roran acted as the group's skilled carpenter, crafting sturdy weapons and tools to aid them in their journey. His determination and spirit always inspired Alex and their companions to persevere in facing trials and challenges. As they journeyed deeper into The Enchanted Realm, more allies joined their cause. Alex and their companions experienced thrilling adventures and confronted dangers with unwavering spirit. Together, they formed strong bonds, proving that united, the

From the middle of the ring, a tall drake with the long red center spike of a sea drake takes his place near the center of the stage. “Greetings Noble folk from across the realms,” His voice carries on the wind, augmented somehow by some unseen force, as he bows before us all, his wings transformed into a coat of iridescent scales. “I am THE Magician, the bringer of mystery and magic from across the realms. On behalf of our benevolent Queen Eleanora, I wish you all a brilliant and fabulous ALL KINGDOM FAIRE!!!” With those last three words, he pumps his fist to punctuate his words as flames shoot up around him, exploding into stars of colored light.

Someone among the riders muttered, “Great. More. Because the last trials weren’t enough.” Another whispered back, “Shut up, he’s talking.” I smirked. Jaxon gestured behind him, and a massive projection spell flickered into existence, showing the course from above. A long spiraling track with sharp inclines, wooden ramps, a narrow stone bridge, a mud pit, a circle of flaming hoops and what looked like a spinning wall of metal spikes. The crowd wowed in wonder. Magic? I blinked. “The hell—?” my mouth hung open at the sight. I had never seen magic before. It was like the whole arena changed. I was actually thinking of how we'd enjoy the race, racing on plain sands

the announcer said, “is Orin Zarrin. Mage class. Energy Burst magic.” That drew a few murmurs from the crowd. Energy Burst was no joke. It allowed a fighter to release explosive pulses from any point of contact—fist, elbow, knee, foot. Devastating in close range. But then again, he wasn’t royalty. No amplifier. Just raw talent. Still, that was more than enough to leave someone in the dirt. Nyomei stepped into the ring, drawing a few snickers from the crowd. Too soft, too quiet, too nervous. Easy win.

Chris pursed his lips as he asked, “How’s the review of surveillance videos coming along?” “Boss, I cannot steal Web Rider’s thunder, or he will skin me alive.” Night Rider scratched the back of his head. “Right you are...” Web rider walked in flamboyantly as if on cue. His appearance was a contradiction to all the other shadow guards. He had a strip of hair through the midline about 5cms wide and 3cms long that was dyed green, like a parrot’s tuft while the rest of his head was shaved clean. His clothing was just as ridiculous. He wore a bright magenta leather jacket and pants.