Magical Rider Novels & Stories

Trish replied. Rion seemed silent and went into thought. "What do you think? Are they faking it or telling the truth?" "I think they're pretending, Your Majesty. Don't worry, I will continue to force them to confess." "No need. I’ve called Adriel here. We'll tell him to read their minds." Adriel was one of the magic user knights in Panthera. He and the other knights were in the magic tower in the south. Their job was to guard the protective magic that prevented Randle's monsters from entering Panthera.

In response, she simply nodded and sat on the ground. "Before we proceed with this, I forgot that I haven't introduced myself, I am Katana… The chief of the tribe." She introduced herself, at last. "Alright, Katana." "My daughter Rella is stuck in the realm and you have to bring her back." She added while fixing the circle with crystals. It was a different perspective from me to observe the magic being used. She closed her eyes and folded her hands before chanting a few words in her native language. I kept looking around as i felt something disturbing the silence in the room and suddenly the circle started to glow and a blue ice like hollow space was opened inside the circle.

This wasn't working out the way he had planned, not that he really had a plan. As the dark elf aimed for the passenger side of the car, Rhychard watched as the Unseelie seemed to jerk the front tire into the air. The motorcycle shimmered as if Rhychard looked at it through a haze, and Rhychard watched as the bike transformed into a black steed leaping over the abandoned car. "What the…?" Tryna obviously has forgotten to tell me some things. This plan was getting worse and worse by the minute. The final gargoyle careened the corner in the air and followed the elf. At least, the other gargoyles were gone. Of course, Rhychard also gained a magical horse. Or was it a magical motorcycle? He didn'

Looking through the glass, a bright smile came upon his face and he pushed the door and entered. He quietly made his way along the sidelines and took a seat in the gallery. He looked out of the field to see a pink-haired girl in a tight bodysuit waving around two 3ft tall rapiers. It was Megan practicing her sword skills with no magic. This was what separated combat mages from practitioners of other magic paths.

"Only riders are allowed to do that." "What's a rider?" Her father licked his lips, patting the seat next to him. She hurriedly covered the steps, pushing herself on the bench. Celina waited for her father to continue, staring at him with those wide eyes. "Dragon riders. They are the bravest people of the land who can tame and control a dragon." "I will be a rider then." The Captain burst out in laughter, head thrown back. When he noticed that his daughter was determined and not letting it go away, he stopped. Shuffling to his locker, he pulled something out.

“She needs rest. We all do.” Kael’s jaw tightened. He didn’t look away from the path. “We can’t stop yet.” Mira’s voice came from behind, clipped but careful. “If we push too hard, she won’t make it.” His fingers curled tighter around Aria. A muscle in his cheek ticked. “If we stop, it will find us.” Silence stretched between the riders, broken only by the creak of saddles and the distant whisper of wind through blackened trees. The magic still lingered back there, like a wound in the world that refused to close.

Her scream was brief, which meant she didn’t suffer much before she expired. Good for her. An orb of magical fire that my wind had tossed back into the enemy ranks slammed into a big bike rider and went through his chest, creating a black hole. The stench of charred flesh and burned chest hair wasn’t pleasant. I grabbed the wheel with one hand, just in case Jason lost control, my other hand flinging out another wave of dark wind. Beads of sweat dotted my forehead then streamed into my eyes. I tried not to blink at the sting. I was near the bottom of my magical and energy reservoir, and I prayed I wouldn’t black out.

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.

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

Warren said to Zealot. "I had the same idea, Griff. Let's teach these Tinkerbells a lesson," Zealot made the teams and rushed the front door. Archon warned Warren about the shield magic and expressed glee when the would-be invaders bounced off it and fell to the ground. Warren shook his head, "The Bokken Riders are magic. Did you think they would take up residence without protecting their space?" Archon flashed a picture of an Exacto knife and a shield. "I can cut through it?" a green checkmark.