Post Apocalyptic Mage Novels & Stories

Cursed by an old magic, Aravia is forced into concealment behind a veil. Her upbringing at The Mage's Sanctuary has left her meek but proving her power. A secret that has yet to be revealed to Aravia will force her and her Master into hiding at the Moonrise pack. The only problem? They don't trust Mages. And although Alpha Aidan has a particular dislike for Aravia, something draws him to her.

My husband asked me if bras were more comfortable without underwire, and I was happy that he had finally become more mature. The next day, his assistant snatched the parcel I received in the mail, saying that it had the wrong address. That night, I saw Samantha Davis post on her social media, with the caption, “My boyfriend bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a selfie taken in a hotel mirror, and there was a beautifully decorated box containing a bra lying beside her. So, as it turned out, it was not that men became mature later in life, it was that you weren’t the one they were willing to become mature for. Naturally, I gave the post a like and took a screenshot before sending it to my husband. "What a waste. You could have gotten an 20% discount if you bought the whole set."

Certain things that should be remembered when your father is the leader of the warriors: 1. Don't leave your post 2. Don't sneak out 3. Don't meet random wolves in the forest If these rules are not followed, trouble will definitely come

On the day I get promoted to the department manager, I take my parents on a trip during the holidays. But my dad invites my older brother, Jacob Hunt, and his family over as well. He even posts on social media about the event. "My oldest son really is amazing. The first thing he does is sponsor a trip for me right after he receives his salary." Jacob comments on that post, "It's my duty to care for my parents." All of my relatives compliment Jacob right away. They even text me on the family's group chat and tell me to learn from Jacob. As I quietly stare at my dad's social media post, I decide to unlink the family sharing account from my credit card right away. This time, I want to see how Jacob will care for our dad without my money.

While I was eating, I came across a post on X. [Found out my girlfriend has a nasty disease and is pregnant. I want my buddy to be the one left holding the bag. What should I do?] I was just about to comment that the poster was out of his mind when I scrolled down and realized people were actually giving him advice. [That's easy! If you two are close, just invite him on a trip.] [Get your girlfriend and your buddy drunk in the middle of the night, then have them stay in your buddy's room. When the time comes, catch them in the act. You can break up and push the kid onto your buddy to take responsibility…] Reading that comment, I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. I was about to show my friend this mind-blowing post so we could rant about it together when he suddenly looked up at me and asked, "Tyler, are you free this weekend? How about we go on a trip?"

The day I was reborn, I came across that anonymous post again. “My sponsor is like a sister to me, but her husband gives me butterflies. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself from feeling this way. Yesterday, we got down and dirty on the couch she bought.” Back in my past life, this very post broke me. In a fit of rage, I exposed their filthy secret to the world. The girl I once gave my heart and soul to help succumbed to cyberbullying and took her life by jumping off a building. After the funeral, my husband, Taylor Rogue, became a devoted and gentle man, only to lock me up in a mental institution the moment I put down my walls. “You should spend the rest of your life atoning for ruining Ivy!” With three years of pills and electric shock stripping away my sanity and dignity, I climbed to the roof and leaped. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the moment everything began.

---> if you are interested in my work, please check out my novel The Starving Vulture. Available on Amazon, $3.99 for the Ebook and $14.95 for the Paperback https://www.amazon.com/Starving-Vulture-Miguel-Monta%C3%B1a/dp/1951150899<--------- Aster Likaya is a Battle Mage of the Zeraph Republic. Raised in a military family, she was destined for a life on the front. As a Battle Mage she has mastered the art of Controlling. A simple but effective kind of magic that is necessary when one bonds and commands the essential robotic warmachines of her world. The Gearbanes. And now, she is a Captain. But much to her surprise, she is not handed a company but a unit of stoic and silent soldiers that call themselves DragonWolves. Her second in command, is Lieutenant Able Froster, young but grim faced soldier who has seen combat since he was barely a boy. For their first mission, they are given a simple task. Retrieve an agent of the Republic who is lost in the vast swampland known as the Suha Marshes. Little do they know, that they are not the only factions searching for the man. For in the Suha Marshes, hunt the cannibalistic Birchmen and the Kolysian pirates. All eager for the prize the agent carries. This is the world of Likaya and Froster. Dominated by machines powered by magic, weapons ignited by runes and wars fought over ancient relics forged by a forgotten past. Welcome to Likaya's Wolves.

Ivy Coleman's post divorce journey was nothing short of focusing on her self and building her company, after finally escaping from a marriage that had almost ruined her life she finds herself falling hard for a stranger she had a hot steamy encounter with. A stranger with a lot of unknown secrets and it changes her life forever.

Their meeting is in no way favorable. Although Noel Kieran tried to reject him, as a mage and a magic-oriented being, he needs Ricky Kruger as much as he needs Mana. Things took a drastic turn when he couldn't return to his original world after he transgressed to Earth, leaving him with either to accept Ricky or not. His choice wavered when Ricky discovered who Noel truly is... (BROMANCE alert! Read at your own cost!)

After hearing that my son was getting engaged, I immediately returned to the country to prepare the engagement party for him. As soon as I arrived at the hotel, I made a post online asking for advice. [Would this engagement gift look sincere enough?] The post included a selfie of me standing in front of a pile of engagement gifts. It quickly went viral, and the comments poured in. [This is way too sincere!] [That's at least $400,000 worth of gifts. The groom must really value you. You're so lucky, sis.] [Where do you even find a god-tier husband like this?!] … Only after reading the comments did I realize the netizens had misunderstood. Just as I was about to explain that I had prepared the engagement gifts for my future daughter-in-law, I received a private message. I froze when I opened it. [You shameless bitch, how dare you steal my things? My fiancé bought all of these for me! I suggest you return everything immediately and stop entertaining thoughts you shouldn't have!]