Post Apocalyptic Mage Novels & Stories

“I know this is going to be hard to believe, Grayson, but those wolves are our neighbors.” Her eyebrows raised, and she stared at me for a long time, not blinking before she said, “Say what now?” “I know it’s hard to wrap your mind around. Just like the fact that you just saw me shoot a fireball out of my hand. But it’s true. They are shifters. And I’m a mage.” “A what?” she asked, wrinkling her face up at me. “A mage. It’s kind of like a witch… but I draw upon the forces of nature. I get my strength from the forest.”

“Our ruling council lost their Mage representative because he bungled handling a cursed journal. Now he’s getting the mage version of medical help for it. I know the mage that is taking over his duties until he gets better. He also the leading authority on life/death magic. It’s also called blood magic, and just so you know, its practice in any form or under any name is outlawed. So, if we find that these assholes are still active, we need to back off and call in the mage exterminators.” “Exterminators? I’ll see if I can get Hal to copy the photos as soon as you have service.” “Experts trained on taking down this type of criminal. They are the mage version of an enforcer. I have no protectio

If one is not ready for that kind of power, one should not consider a mage as a worthy adversary. Lamag had been fighting enough mages in wars to know that mages are most dangerous just before they are at risk of dying. Their magic has the ability to multiply and explode uncontrollably in the hope of preserving the lives of the mages. Every soldier must be ready for it when fighting against mages, and Lamag has enough scars from his failures in the battle to be prepared for that kind of power.

She was trying to reach her, but her bas**** ex was holding her, keeping her from using water ability to save her. When the meteorites scattered across the globe, some people developed abilities almost the same time the undead appeared. The sky was bright red, explosions, screams in every direction. Chills crawl on her back, recalling what would happen a year from now. Her revenge for every suffering will be done slowly because preparing for the approaching apocalypse matters more. In the future, food and water will be scarce. Guns will be more valuable than gold and jades. There will be safe military and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food.

Jokil approached Froster and offered a cigar, he declined. “Your quarry, is she a Battle Mage? he asked, tactfully blowing away the cigar smoke away from Froster. “Correct, she is a Battle Mage. Voltiir as well.” “This must be part of that new initiative, you think so?” Mangani Apemen had forejaws and molar tusks.

Unlike the cape which felt clean like morning mist. Cain made me wear his shirt then growled at the vampire lord who was eyeing me with obvious interest. "Leave. You have no business here. This isn't your territory now." The lord smirked then he walked toward us slowly his pets following behind making the other wolves give them a huge berth. "I will leave now Alexandria but I will be back we need to have a chat about you and that phoenix of yours." I swallowed harshly when he said what Alice is and left. Fuck I thought no one knew about her species. She is basically instinct. This isn't good. It isn't good at all. Fuck.

"The apocalypse survival game begins now. From this point on, I'll be watching your every move. Everything you do will be visible to me. Everyone must follow the rules of the safe house. "The first rule is that everything in this safe house will be distributed on a set schedule in fixed amounts. No one is allowed to take anything on their own. Second, once the game starts, there's no stopping or backing out. Third—" Before I could finish speaking, a voice from below cut me off. "Screw you. Who do you think you are, giving us orders?" The speaker was one of Tristan's men. I nodded to the burly men beside me, who stood nearly seven feet tall, signaling for them to go down and teach him a lesso

My skin prickled. The name hit like a stone in my gut. The Grey Gang. Four mercenaries—only two still alive, and even that, I wasn’t sure of. Lydia and the boss had been given passage out of Gyrange’s Cave. Did they really make it out? Or was this a new group using the same name? Lydia. A mage with deadly spellwork and rare magic engineering skills. And the boss . . . a werewolf with a quiet fury that made monsters look tame. The man who helped me survive my first crossing through that cursed forest.

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

And how this looks to be one big, fucking puzzle, and the unknown pieces are driving me nuts. When I finish, he doesn’t say a word for a while. Too long. When the silence stretches out, I open my mouth to speak, when he says, ‘Mages don’t detect magic. It’s a myth’. I’m caught between consternation and confusion, and it must reflect on my face because Quain gives me a queer look. ‘I’m sorry…what?’ I ask at last. He shrugs a little guiltily, and continues. ‘It’s a myth. Mages used to be elves, twisted and torn with the xanten and other dark works that were wrought about by their knowledge-seeking guild back in Citadell. A small number of them were half-wolven, half-elven, even worse for them.