Magical Rider Novels & Stories

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

Every so often, when the horse bumped over a root, my shoulder brushed his chest—firm, steady, annoyingly distracting. Lucian rode ahead of us, chattering like the forest had built-in microphones just for him. “So this place,” Lucian began dramatically, “is the home of many legendary magical disasters. True masterpieces of bad decision-making.” I felt Raiden sigh behind me. I leaned my head a bit to the side so I wouldn’t be caught smiling too obviously. “Go on,” I said. “Aria,” Raiden muttered like a warning. “No, no, let him talk,” I insisted. “Helps the ride feel shorter.”

The revving of motorcycles caught my attention right as they appeared around the corner. Six riders cut off all our exits. They were dressed in black leather with full helmets. Each of them brandished a wand. Two spells hit Xavier, and he fell to the ground. Exposed, I made a run for it. A jolt of pain seared my back, and I stumbled. My ankle twisted in the high heels, and I went down hard. Gravel bit into my forearms as I broke my fall. A pair of rough hands dragged me upright. The man turned me to face his helmet-covered features.

Meanwhile, Ariana and the other mages unleashed waves of magic, their spells lighting up the night and repelling the dark forces. Ariana stood at the center of a circle of mages, her staff glowing with a brilliant light. She chanted incantations, her voice rising above the din of battle. Bolts of energy shot from her staff, striking down the dark creatures and creating protective barriers around the defenders. Her magic was a beacon of hope, giving the villagers the strength to push forward. Emilia and Ryder fought side by side, their years of experience evident in their coordinated attacks. Emilia's spells enhanced their allies' strength and speed, while Ryder's swordsmanship cut through th

But then, an image began to take form in my mind, vivid and unshakable, as if someone had pulled back a veil to reveal something meant just for me. Before I could react, the vision consumed me. I was powerless to snap out of it. In front of me was a pale rider on a pale horse. Their eyes were black as night, voids that seemed to hold the depths of shadows within them. Around them, a thick, dark cloud twisted and swirled, like smoke clinging to their body—an aura of magic, raw and terrifying. Their hair, dark and long, was tied back in a ponytail, yet their features remained elusive, slipping between masculine and feminine. They rode forward with a grim purpose, surrounded by flames and a was

“Enough that any wyrm who comes close enough will catch the scent.” Mark? Her gaze moved down to the pale underside of her forearm that she presented. He wanted her to spill her own blood? And from the sounds of it, a lot. Was he insane? This sounded like a magic ritual, a blood ritual. And yes, she understood that dragon riders seemed to all possess some degree of magic, and indeed, that it was a condition of their selection in the first place, but she wasn’t a mage. Whatever magic she possessed was instilled deep in her bones as a passive force, not a channeled one, other than the occasional burst of power she could summon forth.

I closed my mouth, frustrated. "Those who exist on Polonias are human just as we are. Or," he shrugged. "In my case, once was. The magical creatures that dwell in Polonias are the same as the magical creatures you've seen here and in Sharra. They are part of the seven magics. But here's the cool part." "Cool?" That wasn't the word I'd use. Freaky. Weird. Effing terrifying. Those words were a better fit. "The seven magics are part of Earth, but they also exist everywhere. And Polonias used the magics from - "

Rider announced. “Yes, alpha,” the warriors replied in unison. “Let’s go back to the packhouse. I need to do some research,” Rider commanded before turning away from the group and stalking off. Emma, Conrad, Matty, Rory, and I followed behind. Everyone was quiet on the way back, deep in thought about the rogue incident. This was proving to be more difficult than I thought, especially now that we suspected magic was at play.

“None that didn’t involve leaving the road. As it is, you have cost me an arrow.” He walked up to Coryfe who snorted in response. “Your horse doesn’t like me.” “You smell of magic,” I replied. “I guess that’s to be expected. I am a mage, after all,” he placed his hands onto the saddle, and lifted himself up with impressive strength and grace, settling himself behind me before the protest formed on my lips. “I don’t remember offering you a ride.”