Rukh Magi Novels & Stories

I asked Gabriel, "Yes he is, Mage are very stuck in their ways Scarlette and that is their greatest downfall, now we have the bastard." We continue to watch the footage in the hopes that we will see the Mage's face, but we don't they sit there with their hood covering their face the whole time, even when they take a swig of their beer, we see a sharp chin, light of complexion but that is it, no beard shadow and Gabe says that is normal for no facial hairs so we don't even know the gender because the cloak is hiding the figure and the hands are in fucking gloves! This is so frustrating.

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.”

I jumped to my feet and got out of there as quick as lightning. “Zarina! Zarina! Where the F***! Do you vanish whenever I need you!” I shouted from the hall. “What is the matter brother? You seem particularly in a bad mood.” “Tell me something… Is it possible to bring back the dead using magic?” “The resurrection ritual! It is a very difficult ritual but not impossible. The sacrifice needed is great. So, it is rarely performed.” “What kind of sacrifice are we talking about?” “The witch who performs the ritual needs to sacrifice something closely related; own child, grandchild, husband…”

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.

“Are you a knight?” The innkeeper cast a glance over his shoulder at the gathered menfolk, who were all keenly following the conversation. I was glad I was not the only person to think he looked like one. “A mage,” Rivyn sat back on his chair. “Though I have competently wielded a sword on occasion,” he added in such a way that I knew with certainty that he was as much a knight as he was a mage, despite his demurring. The innkeeper agreed with me, his expression avid. “A mage knight,” he said. “That’s exactly what we need to kill this dragon.”

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

“The runes—you said they could contain dark magic, right?” Ron’s eyes widened. “Yes, but—” “Then use them!” Ron hesitated for only a second before moving. His fingers traced a pattern in the air, his voice murmuring an incantation that made the air pulse with energy. The runes glowed, forming a barrier of shimmering light between them and Magnus. The dark magic lashed against it, resisting, fighting. Magnus screamed—a sound that was equal parts rage and agony. “Hold him!” Ron shouted. “I need time!”

He had a vague power of witchcraft on him, indicating that the person was a warlock. Maggie took a glance at the warlock with a victorious expression and said, “No, you people have made a mistake. My confidence comes from this!” She took out a note out of her bag and put it on top of the coffee table in front of everyone. It was an IOU. It was written on it that Henry Assex had borrowed money from Maggie… After the few people looked closely at it, they were shocked beyond words. They could only see a very long string of zeros, with the number “1” at the front.

“Witches and Magi are intrinsically the same…” “They are not.” Mark snapped fiercely then looked around in horror that he’d contradicted James. He put his head in his hands to hide his face. “They are.” James stated calmly. “They both can wield Magic. The only difference is Witches use different receptacles to do it. The type of Magic you can perform depends upon the receptacle you have. If you want to perform dark Magic you need to have something cursed, something evil.” “But Mark said that a receptacle is like a part of a Magi’s soul.” lisa said not even sure where she was going with it.