Rukh Magi Novels & Stories

An ancient past had been narrating through a strange, vivid dream. “Quick! Let’s put some robes on Ditiori!” shouted the enchanter, Maga. Her people ran to get clean clothes and put them on the embodying spirit. Maga had proved the power from all her ancestors. She had summoned a harvest spirit who is on oath by the Divine One to help them! “It is the words of the sealed arcane scrolls, Arcana!” “We have waited for him to save us!” cried the people of the broad plains and rolling hills.

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.

Crystal, Gianna and Lenard all looked at each other and the carnage that surrounded them stunned at this unexpected retreat. Rook and his warriors burst into the clearing ready to destroy any rogues present and they all ended up tumbling over the bodies of the rogues that was all that was left for them. The pack warriors were stunned to see Lenard and Gianna using magic. The shock of this caused them to stare at the elders and the rogues that had fled used the time wisely. When Alric howled and ordered them to chase the rogues their scent was already fading but they tried. They raced towards the borders following the faint scent but Rook already knew that once they reached the border they wo

, the hedgehog Magi shrilled. The Magi with the golden yoke began to cough out blood. I noted that even though they were in holographic form, blood did spew into the white snow. Which meant that this place must be real. The three Magi disappeared from before as I lay in the snow. The memory of my father and me at the Red lake came back to me and I embraced it. Welcoming the darkness once more.

POV: ARACHNE I feel it before I even see it. The air around Mia shivers, almost like it’s alive, and a pulse of something wild threads through the quiet. My stomach twists, just as my chest tightens. The suppression spell falters, not violently, not like it’s breaking but just enough for me to know something has shifted. Something has changed. “No. No, no, no,” I mutter under my breath, stepping closer to the runes etched into the floor. My fingers hover above the sigils and I can feel the subtle, jagged bleed of energy where it should not be. My heart thumps faster.