Makai Wars Novels & Stories

The scene is very chaotic and heart-wrenching as blood-curdling screams resonated throughout the entire place. In the Majika World, Mages and Black Wizards help each other defeat the flesh-eating demons and monsters that suddenly appeared. The young child, Mirai, together with Regit and the legendary snake Armani, leads the armies bravely to defeat the flying demons and monsters. Because of the spellbook that Luna gave to Mirai, she became the most powerful mage in the entire Majika World. However, death is inevitable this time because they can’t save everyone all at once. Demons and monsters were way too many, and they were outnumbered tenfold. Extreme fear assailed everyone and almost gave

"It still doesn't sound that bad." "By evil, I mean any form of immorality, Anything against the law, including minor things like petty theft, lies, and other things which are mostly ignored by the society." "Well, that's horrible." "Yes Taz, it was horrible. It led to the complete annihilation of two other packs." "Oh my God." Taz said with his mouth agape. "Can it ever come back?" "It depends." "On what?" "It depends on the level of peace and cooperation. But for the past Hundred years, after the new tradition was created there has been Peace."

He remained mute for a moment, then he rubbed his temple in a bid of frustration, “I’ll talk to the others if that’s what you’re asking. We’ll move the tree tonight.” The flicker of hope had turned into a whole ray within the blink of an eye. I smiled, for the first time since the moon goddess herself chose me. At this pace, I was to be done with the trials and go back to the comfort for my home and resume my healing. I would’ve brought peace to the three lands, ending the war of the Alphas once and for all….i would be left alone finally. “We should go.” Buck murmured from behind me, “Congrats Luna, you’re quicker than I expected.”

It mattered because Rayven had intercepted chatter about a possible extraction and warned me, in the language of men who have seen the world burn, that if I didn’t resolve this before sunrise, it would be resolved for me. But most of all, it mattered because her father and mine were locked in a game of chess that had been running so long the board was more blood than wood. And she was the piece no one could afford to lose. It mattered because her father and mine had been killing each other's people for decades now. What started with knives in alleys moved to boardrooms and bank accounts. Sometimes years passed without blood. But the bodies always returned, and both our fathers' fingerprints

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.

Losing his father and not knowing if his mother was dead or alive was killing him on the inside. Makahi couldn’t show any emotions because he was alpha and it was his job to be the leader of his people. They weren’t allowed to show weakness of any kind. Ji’lahni went and wrapped her arms around her man and her kids, kissing Makahi softly. Everyone took the moment to find peace within the chaos of their lives. Warlus lifted his head up and nodded to the women that he was ok. The women went back to their seats, to continue the conversation.

Lucas was a completely different matter. I grabbed her hand and held it firmly. "We won’t lose each other." Despite her lack of conviction, Maia nodded and tightened her hold on me. Lucas moved next to me and ran a hand through his hair before letting out a long sigh. "I never thought I’d be standing here, preparing for war." His blue eyes darkened with something unfathomable as I turned to face him. I hadn't noticed before the depth of his gaze, a vulnerability that he typically concealed.

It stands cold and resolute; a symbol of the warfare that thrives in this kingdom. “Wow…” I whisper, unable to tear my gaze away from the intimidating structure. “You can see why Cassian is called the Warmonger; he developed every modern weapon we have today. Both for our world as well as the humans across the seas,” Malachi says with a grin. “After he killed my father, we were secretly in contact, discussing how we would end the war.” I turn my head to face them. “So the image you two portray in public where you supposedly hate each other—”

Kael presses, his voice low, now laced with an immediate, deep-seated dread that mirrors my own. I inhale deeply, the answer tasting like dry ash in my mouth. “Malakai is dead,” I start, trying to stick to the facts I can manage. “The battle on the summit has been over for a month. We won the war.” “But?” he presses, recognizing the tell-tale hesitation.

He gazed at Maki with narrowed eyes thoughtfully. “You’re on the level of the God of War.” It was safe to say that Harvey was surprised. He didn’t expect that Maki could reach the God of War’s threshold after using the black paper figure. Of course, the elderly man would have to pay a hefty price in exchange for that power, not to mention that the power boost wouldn’t last for a long time. Nonetheless, Maki was still a God of War as long as the boost persisted. A King of Arms and a God of War were two completely different levels.