Rukh Magi Novels & Stories

Beneath a crimson sky, three colossal pyramids rose from the desert, their tips burning with a black flame. At the center of a ritual circle stood a man cloaked in scarlet and gold — the Magus whose name the stars refused to remember. Around him, hundreds knelt in terror as he raised a blade carved from obsidian and bone. With one stroke, he opened his own palm and let the blood drip into a basin carved with wolf sigils and the eyes of witches. His voice thundered across the sands. “From spirit and night, I summon thee!” The blood hissed, turning into a vortex of smoke and shadow. From its heart, something began to take form — tall, lean, carved from the dark itself.

"You are yet to deal with the threat you have brought upon yourself and now, you are pulling another! Why don't I go ahead then, and make your head roll on the ground? This is because you have said it and I believe you. Don't worry Ammon, I will not do that, I still, need you alive. The Alpha did nothing but gruntled in pain. Now, Magaritha was wearing a white Cloak. Her hair was very long, I haven't seen any hair like that before. Her long fingernails were painted with a red cortex. They serve to remind me that she was the all-powerful leader of the Witches. Her eyes can not be described but, one thing I will never forget was the fact, that they shone with evil and wickedness. In her hand w

𝗔𝘆𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹 Age - 18 1st year college student Sbki aankh ka tara Scare of no one except Roohi. Bad habit of flexing things for fashion Even though he haven't smoked or drink..... yet "I'm not scared of anyone, get it— Just don't tell Roohi didi that I said this. Are you not my brother." 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹

My heart thumps faster. I know immediately: she is awake in ways I cannot see. She is stirring, little threads of wolf seeping through. I bite my lip. I know this means risk. Exposure. The faintest slip could let everything I’ve built shatter in seconds. My pulse hammers. I kneel down and lay my hands over the anchors I set around the house, the tiny charms and wards I scattered in careful, invisible patterns. They hum under my touch, barely. The magic is strained. My energy dips like ice water down my spine.

"Though the Moon is a powerful God, he has his limitations, as he is a lesser God compared to the Divinities. Nevertheless, it is said that he was graciously granted the ability to perform five divine miracles, intended to maintain harmony and balance between our kind and the rest of the world. "Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Rag

The walk to Maggi quarters is longer than expected, winding through corridors I’ve never been allowed down before. Eventually we stop in front of a huge mahogany door, draped in bones. Literal bones. King Sven doesn’t knock. He just pushes the door open, and the first thing I see makes me freeze. Maggi is sprawled face-up on the floor, arms splayed out like she’s been dropped from the ceiling. There’s a goblet tipped over near her hand, dark liquid staining the floorboards. Her silver hair forms a halo around her. No movement. No sound.

In some perfect reign in the palace, Magno have his stand to rule as a king and have his son Caminito, who was Alder also sitted at the left side of his father while Danie could not expect his proposal for her to become a Queen of Versailles. And with dealing with the curse of a fool and devouring witch, they’ve got to be hiding each others lives to escape from the threat. But with all the brave and to justify, a once trick will always find a way to break curse of beheading people as a trick. Majika’s living her life in the deep forest and have it free from being a harmful wilderness. “Want to be healed?” Argen asked, but was grinning. The necklace was back and how her eyes turned into a red

“I thought only warlocks and witches could conduct wand magic.” “Well, no. This,” Rurik said proudly, “is Bloodwright. Nothing here is normal.” He leaned in. “Anyone can conduct wand magic—provided they have a soul force. Our professor, Jindor Minworth, teaches how wands act as channels for intent and raw magical energy.” My eyes widened. Soul force? I doubted I had whatever that was. "Crazy." "Yeah, I know." Rurik looked around furtively, then reached under the table.

“Oh, but you are. The blood of the Shadowfang runs through your veins. You can’t escape it.” “Watch me,” Rook said, his silver eyes blazing. Rook lunged at Darius, their clash sending a shockwave through the battlefield. The power emanating from them was unlike anything I’d ever seen, ancient and raw. Rook’s claws glowed with the same silver light as before, clashing against the dark magic surrounding Darius. The battle raged on around them, but my focus was on Rook. He was more than he appeared, his strength and determination a stark contrast to the dark legacy he was fighting to escape.

I gasp, my hand wrapped around the scalp, refusing to travel further in case of finding eyeholes or teeth. Ruth nodded, her purple eyes coloured with gold and at least one other, perhaps silver. She’s a collection of insanity, bundled into a petite white-haired evil little dwarf. This kind of magic is not for our world. What has she distorted in the North in order to achieve this power? “They’re brothers. Work with it.” I see her hand go to her thick, leatherbound book, and I brace, knowing when she claps that shut I’ll be flung back into the room. It still hurts like a bitch but I’ve managed not to vomit for a few days.