Rukh Magi Novels & Stories

Looking through the glass, a bright smile came upon his face and he pushed the door and entered. He quietly made his way along the sidelines and took a seat in the gallery. He looked out of the field to see a pink-haired girl in a tight bodysuit waving around two 3ft tall rapiers. It was Megan practicing her sword skills with no magic. This was what separated combat mages from practitioners of other magic paths.

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

"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 Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

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.

"Are you expecting me to believe that I'm a half-witch? Do you know what my pack would do if they found out?" "I know they'd kill you," he said. "How would you even know?" I ask, my voice rising with anger. "Because I am one and there are several others in my pack are also witch-werewolf hybrids. You will receive your witch powers and then you will change into your werewolf." "Who are you?" "This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are."

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

"Truth or dare, new girl." She hated me because she was a witch and I was a magi. She practised dark magic and I practised elemental magic, well a version of it. I hadn't mastered any of the elements yet which was why I was a magi. You are promoted to mage only when you master an element and to grand magus when you master them all. There was a school for that, I vaguely remember from when my mother had told me.