Rukh Magi Novels & Stories

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

"Don't get cocky. This was just one skirmish. We need to figure out why these rogues were here in the first place." He crouched down to examine one of the bodies, his brow furrowing in concentration. I moved closer, curious about what he might find. As I approached, I caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent clinging to the rogue's fur. It was acrid and unnatural, like burnt chemicals mixed with something... darker. My nose wrinkled in disgust. "Do you smell that?" I asked Lux, kneeling beside him. He nodded curtly, his jaw clenched tight. "Witch magic," he growled. "Dark stuff. These rogues were enchanted."

Ravan POV: It was almost mid night when I drove back to my mansion completely DRUNK, Yes! I had whole two bottles of scotch as my mind was still stuck on ‘Aisha’ innocent face, the instant I got down of my Aurus Senat I saw guddu who was sitting on last step of my front door staircase also it somewhat looked like he was patiently waiting for my arrival “What are you still doing here?” I questioned in my deep voice while passing him as I made my way inside my mansion “Nothing! I.. I was just waiting for your arrival” he said following me from behind “Are you thirsty Guddu? Let’s have a drink” I promptly questioned and suggested him as I made my way towards my kitchen to get some chilled beer

"Get up, Ryan. Groveling doesn't suit an Alpha." "I don't care about my dignity," Ryan whispered. "I only care about her." The witch nodded slowly. "Very well. But you should know - what I'm about to attempt has never been tried on someone with this level of silver contamination." "I don't care about the risks." "The risks aren't to her," Magnus said quietly. "The risks are to me. This level of dark magic... it could kill me in the process." Ryan's eyes met the witch's. "Please."

I scowl at it. If Ragnar thinks I'm going to play his game, then he's grossly mistaken. I make way for the bathroom, but my hand brushes over the shelf, knocking a book down. I'm about to pick it up and toss it back in the shelf when I stop, looking at the open page. An image of a hooded man, dressed in a black coat, swinging a scythe in one hand stares back at me. "The tale of the three wolf packs..." I whisper, reading the caption underneath.

Hunter fled, the Magi’s first rule clear and resounding in the cavern of his mind: “A Magi, on pain of death, cannot use ki to harm, except to defend, and that only sparingly.” He fled in shadow and silence, hidden from searching minds. His mind a tumult, body a mess. Cramps would assail him, still him in his flight as he worked through the knots of pain. Forgotten memories, put aside duties overshadowed by the communal the School offered, had resurfaced. Jumbled and

End is bleak and the rise close The crimson Rukh and the guardian of the flame One who bleeds blue holds the fate of those Beware, every cheat has a price. Curse is on the name The end of the night is bleak and that is when the rise is close - a time right before dawn. The Crimson Rukh was the owner of Nirvana and the guardian of the flame must be her protector - Chosens were practically guardians in Rakhbar, so perhaps Ambrose was the Guardian of Flame! The one who bleeds blue… Only demonic monsters bled blue. Ambrose had red blood that only turned bluish when his demon had taken over so she knew demons had red blood but it turns blue when it is healing - It could be this child.

The first figure was Maggie, her scarily thin face twisted into an evil smile, her eyes filled with a dark look, vengeance. In her hands, she held a heavy hammer, its head stained with rust, or worse. Beside her was Scar, who looked scarily thin, with a jagged scar across his face, he held a metal club in one hand and an electric twirler in the other. “Hello,” Maggie said, her voice filled with hatred, her smile looked disturbing as she stepped closer. “Fancy meeting you here.”

They had brought the ritual offerings and the sketch of the symbol with them, but it wasn’t until Narelle spoke up that Astasha broke her dead stare at the ground before her. “I know this symbol,” Said the Water Witch. “I recognize most of the runes in it, but I’ve never seen them all together.” responded Errant. “No, I’ve seen this exact symbol. It was in a children’s book, in the story of the Dark Mage. It was her crest. She wore it in the pictures.” Narelle looked up at the group. “So it’s true, this Dark Mage, she existed.” Whispered Helia. “Perhaps it’s her followers that are trying to complete her original goal,” Interjected Zephyr.

Rector said with a chuckle and a wink. “Well my lords, not entirely” Rowina said, standing up, once again raising her hand, “I once read stories about a Grand Magus who once communed with spirits in the dark realm, who then showed him glimpses of what it would look like if the necromancers Gargaroth and Telagus were not defeated.” “That is a myth” Rector replied with a head shake and small chuckle, before walking out of the door, closing it behind him. “What happened to this Grand Magus?” Rex asked, he was curious about the ending to the story she told.