My Blood Mage System Novels & Stories

Two days remain until the rite. I have read every page of my mother's journals. I know her fears, her hopes, the names of every wolf who died for her. And I know Maeve's weakness. Blood magic requires sacrifice. The more Maeve uses, the more she needs. Her power is a fire that devours everything around her, including herself. "You are thinking like a queen," a voice whispers. I turn. Roran stands at my window, his body wedged sideways through the narrow gap. He drops silently to the floor, landing in a crouch.

No other element had the power to destroy the magic of death. The blood magic was different. It only worked on the living. A blood mage could tap into the blood and use it in a hundred different ways. The most common way to use blood magic was to pull it out of the body. Shamans striking from the shadows and creating chaos and despair among the dwarf warriors. Much like what goblin warriors did with the devil stone bullets. Blood would find its way out, gushing from the pores, eyes, nose, ears, and all other possible orifices on a person. Pouring out until there was no blood left.

“Okay Argon do not let Anyone get to me if you must throw them in the vortex in the spell they will be consumed by the magic“ he nodded I looked to the other mage and she gave me a wink and pushed her power into me. I started to fight the barrier trying to break it down but it was so thick it was going to take a minute for sure. I started ripping through the spell left and right but to no end it was draining . Then I thought of something Falcon had said of her magic and blood. I looked around and saw a screw and pricked my hand with it and pushed the blood out the pain from the sting of it pricking me was little to nothing but it was a weird feeling. I spelled my blood with my magic making m

Running her finger down the page of contents, she stopped seeing one chapter title, a smile on her lips she flicked through the pages stopping at her desired chapter and began reading “The difference between mage elements and elemental bloodlines are vast, where the bloodline holder brings the power forth from within, or seemingly out of nowhere. Mages rely on the elements around them. For example, House Merendal has the bloodline of manipulating water if, in a dessert, a member of the House would be able to summon water with ease, whereas a water mage would not be able to draw much, simply what is in the air or ground beneath them. Without a source of its element, a mage cannot control it…

“Yes. And so, it’s not exactly unexpected that you wouldn’t know anything about us.” “Well, tell me something about mages, then.” He was silent for a long moment as if trying to think of what to say. “Mortal magic users have a strain of brethren in them, somewhere along the line. Men do not possess magic in themselves. It is introduced via the brethren bloodlines, as it is natural to this world and mankind is not. You would think, the more recent the brethren connection, the stronger the power, but it is not necessarily so. The power is very... unique that way. Some very powerful sorcerers cannot trace their link, it’s so far in the past.”

he pleads. I laugh. "Okay fine, but I'm going to warn you right now, most of it's not very pretty. I specialize in blood magic," I tell him. He frowns. "What's blood magic?" "Magic that can only be performed by witches or mages of a certain bloodline. The spells are extremely difficult and extremely powerful, and blood from the witch is needed to make it work." "Oh shit, that sounds intense. No wonder everyone knows your name," he mutters making me smile.

"Oh god." My nose was bleeding. Desmond's face went white. "Cole. Now." Cole was already moving. "On it." Blood dripped onto my shirt. Then my ears started bleeding too. "What's happening?" Jaxon asked. "Someone's forcing her shift." Cole grabbed his phone. "Using blood magic to awaken her wolf remotely." "That's not possible," Desmond said. "It shouldn't be. But Bloodmoon royalty has different rules." He was typing frantically. "The magic in her blood responds to certain triggers. If someone knows the right ritual..."

“What martial art skill is this?” “James’ aura is increasing!” “How terrifying!” “Look, Magnus won’t last any longer. Blood is trickling down his lips.” Many watched Magnus. By the time James took the thirty-third step, Magnus could no longer withstand the pressure. He could feel an overwhelming pressure on his shoulders. His body suffered internal injuries, and some of his meridians were destroyed. The Blood Energy inside his body churned, and unable to suppress them, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

I was loving this new me, and I was high on power, the power I had gotten from blood and magic. "Let me go, Son of Haimon, and I will never return here again," Maria pleaded, but I was too hungry to listen. I craved her blood and her magic. There was nothing she could say to me that would make me let her go. She was my prey, and I was her predator.

Ruby flew over to Maria; emerald eyes widened in shock when she saw that Ruby's body was sparkling and turning transparent. "That girl most likely has never seriously tapped into her Bloodline Magic. Bloodline Magic requires a lot of practice and concentration. You, on the other hand, have not fully tapped into the reserve of mana stored within you thus I can not keep my physical form long in this realm," informed Ruby.