Magical Rider Novels & Stories

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

Runiel captain of the Northern Ciastles, father’s number one army, it was time, time to make them pay, the other lady was a witch, he could tell but her powers, he couldn’t. “Are you ready?”, Adolpha said, looking at Iranna who looked quite concentrated on eliminating the soldiers, this kind of determination, you couldn’t find it in the market, Adolpha knew. They began muttering some magical words, Iranna Asgorn’s eyes, turning godlike, it was time she knew, bringing out the mirror, the wolves hurling their weapons at the two of them, “Wrong mistake.”, Alec Emma muttered, something which looked like light appeared from the mirror, and it was all white

I ask. “They seemed to be cloaked in darkness, similar to Dylan and Ace’s shadow magic when they do their Shadow Wolf stuff. They stepped out of the darkness, yet it also surrounded and emanate from them. CHills ran down my spine and every instinct in me screamed ‘danger! Rin!’ if that helps,” Amina explains, shaking. I place my hand on her to calm her. From a table nearby, Viktor replies, “They are called Shades…those specifically were some of The Riders. They use dark magics, similar to shadow magic, but more vile.”

Yet, amidst the shadows of her desolation, a spark of intrigue emerged when she encountered a magic user unlike any she had known before. On one fateful evening, as the moon hung low and the stars seemed to shimmer with secrets, Isolde's path crossed with a man named Eamon. He exuded an aura of mystique, his presence a melody that resonated with the depths of her being. Eamon was not a witch or wizard, but a magic user – someone who wielded the arcane without the trappings of the traditional magical arts.

she said as she held my hand in hers pressing it in assurance. I looked into her curious eyes and said as i scratched the back of my head: “I don’t know Mia; I really think we should listen to Jack and keep away from it” She sighed soundly putting her head down replying in a low tone: “I just don’t think that it’s dangerous at all. It literally saved us back in the car accident. Let us give it a try” I couldn’t refuse her anymore: “Fine, I will do it. But if I won the race, you would have to listen to me afterwards and wait for Jack to call us back. That thing is dark magic and I would hate to see you get hurt” I agreed unwillingly

Heliotrope purple blood flowed from the clean cut in her hand, she then flipped her hand and let the dark liquid trickle down the blooming crimson flower in the King's chest and the dagger that is plunged in its flesh. Upon contact, a burst of energy with the hues of red and purple shot up to the high ceiling like a beacon. Followed by a gust of wind that knocked a couple of knights off their feet. "I will show you all the extent of magic along with my knowledge and power!" Lucas proclaimed with hystirecal laughter. "We are not the only ones living, their realms beyond your wildest imagination and with their help I shall rule every known Kingdom!" Mayari could hear the silent whispering of a

A naive girl who pinned her hopes on the greater powers, a girl who was sorely disappointed by reality. The momentary tingle that I felt almost made me think that I was imagining it. That after being practically obsessed at perfecting or even trying to be a decent mage, one who could at least be called Luna Erica’s daughter, my brain was playing tricks but my eyes widened when I lifted my hand slightly and the water rose as if trying to touch my hand.

She’d been in that pen for a while. “You’re going to ride a unicorn over to a Flamingo’s house to tell them a crazy mage has sent their daughter to a different country?” Melanie clarified. “Yep, pretty much,” I said with a nod of my head. “She’ll need a saddle, though.” I flipped my hand around a few times until a nice, pink saddle and bridle appeared on Pearl, who was standing next to me, patiently awaiting my next directions. “Have you ever even ridden a horse before?” Raven asked me.

Zarina exhaled deeply and said, “Alright, then. I will seal the bond. If anyone wants to step out, now is the chance. Once the spell is cast, our lives will be bound together. We can’t hurt each other till we find the ‘Heart of Magic.” “Meredith, if you don’t want…” I started saying but she placed her finger on my lips. “There should at least be one more person who can represent us.” “True… ‘Code Red’ is based on fair agreement. I will act as a mere binder in this process. Aslan and Tyson will represent the dragons while Caleb and Meredith will represent the werewolves.” Zarina said and closed her eyes. Her lips trembled like flower petals in the wind as she chanted the spell. Golden light e

Kade asked suddenly, not looking up from his drawing. "I've been racing since I was sixteen," Ryker said, and his voice came out rougher than he intended. "Do you?" "I love it," Kade said, finally looking up with eyes that were identical to Ryker's wolf. "Mom won't let me ride yet but I know all the riders' names and their times and everything." Something twisted in Ryker's chest because this was his son, talking about motorcycles with the same passion Ryker had at that age. "Your mom's smart to keep you safe," he said. "Bikes are dangerous."