Skeleton Mage Novels & Stories

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

It was not the organism that demanded food at all, the magical component of its essence needed food. He sank into a chair, closed his eyes, listened to the energy background and shuddered. Something hungry was tossing and turning very close, torn apart by a thirst for absorption, just about ready to make a breakthrough through a strip of meadows devastated by energy and burst into Leaf. Yarsi clenched his fists. You can’t interfere with magic, this something will only be happy to absorb a new portion of power. Mages are useless here, and brute force can only cope with the creatures of the fault - skeletons. The big question remained - what can stop the one who controls them?

“It was once the power. That skeleton belonged to a being not of this world. I suspect it is something in between a god, and a beast. But here’s what’s fascinating—its magic was being contained. Allen turned those pale, ancient eyes on me. “By himself, actually. That skeleton held within it the last remnant of that creature’s true self. A shard of purity, so strong it was able to bind that corrupted creature in place. But to wield it, to awaken the power buried in those bones will require more than strength.” He stopped pacing and turned to face me completely. “It requires someone of pure magical lineage. A soul born of untainted power.” I squinted, unsure if I was supposed to laugh or faint

“A bo-staff that can change sizes and lengths. The skeleton king used something similar. It shot projectiles too.” Now that she mentioned it, Ben recalled that monster. He fought it long ago and wasn’t too familiar with what it did. However, he knew the skeleton king was a combat mage. He fought with a bone sceptre, the fragments Akiko gave him. “Listen up, lady. I can’t make magical items. It would be best if you found an expert on the fifth floor to help you with it. However, I can make you the basic form of that weapon using the sceptre fragments you gave me. The materials you passed him won’t be sufficient.”

Zarina exhaled deeply and said, “Alright, then. I will seal the bond. If anyone wants to step out, now is the chance. Once the spell is cast, our lives will be bound together. We can’t hurt each other till we find the ‘Heart of Magic.” “Meredith, if you don’t want…” I started saying but she placed her finger on my lips. “There should at least be one more person who can represent us.” “True… ‘Code Red’ is based on fair agreement. I will act as a mere binder in this process. Aslan and Tyson will represent the dragons while Caleb and Meredith will represent the werewolves.” Zarina said and closed her eyes. Her lips trembled like flower petals in the wind as she chanted the spell. Golden light e

At this moment, a tall figure was slowly appearing. This figure was entirely black in color and riding on a skeleton war-horse. He wore a red robe and held a spear in his hand. His aura had reached an exaggerated level! Wisps of red light danced in his eyes, which were as horrible as flames. "How could a skeleton have such cultivation?" The three of them immediately asked the other disciples who were not strong enough to leave, leaving only some masters. Then, the three of them hovered in mid-air and stared warily at the skeleton phantom in front of them.

"But they’re being harvested. The Legion isn't attacking their bodies; they're attacking their connections to the world. They’re turning the wolves into anchors for the void." Suddenly, the ground at the center of the valley heaved. It didn't burst open; it folded back like skin. From the fissure rose a figure that made the High Magister look like a mere apprentice. It was a skeletal giant, its "skin" a patchwork of ancient, yellowed scrolls and human vellum, held together by needles of obsidian. This was the **Archivist of Bone**, a creature from the era before the first Great Pack was ever formed. In its hand, it carried a staff topped with a skull that pulsed with a rhythmic, sickly green

More astonishingly, the skeleton possessed the strength of a half-immortal. This skeleton was Wendigo, the former ruler of the fierce beasts. After its death, it had been molded into a puppet by the Ancestora, who imbued the soul within the skeletal frame. Hidden in the black mist, Wendigo eyed Severin with intrigue. "You're new," he remarked, "but you're as good as dead when you arrived here. I shall be happy to take your life!" With a sneer, the black mist around Wendigo surged forward like a tidal wave, crashing relentlessly towards Severin and his companions. The black mist was so powerful that it brought about a collapse in space and the emergence of magma from the earth wherever it pas

he asked in quick succession. “Hold on, one thing at a time. You probably can’t move because your body lost so much blood, I had to bind you to keep you still so I could transfuse you with some of mine,” she said showing a thin magical stream of red blood flowing over to a place on himself Rex couldn’t see,” Two, I don’t know exactly where we are. Three, I have a feeling we may be somewhere unfamiliar to me inside of the spirit realm, which means magic is given to mages called ‘sho’cendi’ which is granted from a familiar you must find and bond with, that could explain your lack of use with magic, and about Fafnir being gone, I don’t know.” “How long until you’re done?”

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.