Rukh Magi Novels & Stories

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

I demanded as her eyes became clouded with rage. "I don't have him, and he'll never be mine as long as you're alive!" Rory yelled, slamming me through the wall with every ounce of her magic. I collapsed to the ground, taking my breath away. I exclaimed as I noticed my own bone protruding from my left arm. My arm was broken after being knocked through a wall without my Lycan half. I would have died if I had only been human. A jolt of Magi magic filled my womb. The thing about magi magic is that it is unpredictable, and as I hit Rory with it, the power became unstable. As I tried to stand, my vision blurred. I wobbled, bracing myself against the wall, trying to keep it together for my child's

As my mate begins to glow in a white light, I only have a moment to watch in awe before the battle is upon us. Maeve begins throwing magic everywhere, protection for our pack members, and attacks to the witches that are attacking our pack members. I turn and see Meadow chanting as a film of magic falls over the packhouse. I can see wolves pouring into our pack lands and by the smell of them, they are rogues. The difference between them and normal rogues is that these have a purple glow to them. They’ve been given magic, or at least they are protected by magic.

"Rogue girls don't make academy headmistresses flinch when they walk in the door. Rogue girls don't make-" She hesitated, searching for words. "Don't make what?" I demanded. "Whatever it is that happens to the air around you when you're angry. I've seen it. Everyone has. There's something in you that responds to threat, that makes the atmosphere shift. That's not normal rogue magic. That's bloodline magic. It’s ancient bloodline magic." "Stop." I stood up. "Just stop. You don't know what you're talking about." "Don't I?" Rhea stood too, but she didn't come closer. "Why do you think the princes are so obsessed with you? Why do you think they can't stay away even when it would be smarter to ke

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

His hair was pulled up into his usual bun. “Don’t be surly so late at night, Maggie.” He scowled. “I still detest that nickname.” “No you don’t,” Blue said as he took a seat and offered Duke his hand. “I’m Hito Magari… though many simply call me Maggie. I’m the healer. I expect you not to lie to me about the sources of your injuries and I will do my best to make treatment as painless as possible.” Duke’s eyes widened and he looked over at me.

He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table begun sliding towards the doors, smashing through whatever was on its way, the undead knights were still at the entrance so they had nowhere to hide. The heavy steel banquet table rammed i

or something like that. Then there's The Marking. Not like biting or stuff like that. This one is for the entire pack. Special paint made by witches, from moon dust, sun dust, first snow water, dew drops and white roses. Weird, right? Anyway, this one is mostly like drawing tattoos, but with the feather from a white owl.

Just like me, she had no control over her magic either, which is why she told me never to use mine. I'll never forgive myself if you get hurt. The magic in every Ruined is unstable and unpredictable. It can hurt and kill you as easily as it does others. You have to be careful. Resist every urge to use it, even when the circumstances are dire. It must be your last resort. "Here," the strange woman returns, holding up black gloves. "These will help. You can call me Magda." "Thank you," I take the gloves and put them on, grateful, "...but why did you save me?"

Not far away in the sky, hundreds of thousands of people came flying through the clouds like a tidal wave. They wore armor and held long spears, making them look very imposing! They must be the soldiers and generals from the Godly Region. In front of these soldiers was a chariot pulled by eight heavenly horses, on which stood proudly a magnificent figure, clad in purple and gold battle armor and holding a crescent moon longsword. It was Master Magaera! As the nephew of the Nine Heaven Emperor and the brother of Princess Dorothy, Master Magaera was strong and held a powerful position. When Darryl broke into the Godly Region, Master Magaera was in seclusion and only recently came out.