Tank Mage Novels & Stories

mulate 35 mana in their wand and once they reached the level of a master, they can have 50 mana stored in their wand. Nike was currently at senior level in red realm. He can gather up to 35 mana. Strong enough to face the lava breathing boar at a single battle. But right now his mana has been consumed due to his previous pursuit. A single frost bomb will cost him 1 mana per attack. And assuming that they had been running all along, he already lost count on how many frost bomb he already conjured. His mana must have been consumed more than its half amount, while this lava breathing boar that he was facing was a magical beast on its peak.

She was most likely a mother figure towards his mates. The scent of pine and blood made him cringe as it suddenly bombarded his sense of smell. The door swung open and his...pack mate and companion, Trent stood in the threshold,breathing harshly and glaring. "War where the fuck are you? We need to get out of here now. Alpha got into it with some dumb assets," Trent turned his head slightly in interest, staring at the woman with an odd expression."You...do I know you?" He questioned her, as he sauntered over to the irate woman.

Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,” Marcu growled in agreement as he beamed at his voluptuous mate. “I will train with her brother,” Nick stepped forward. “Me too,” Adam added.”You trust us with her, and we will keep an eye on her, what do you say, boss?” Drago crossed his arms, finger to his chin, then addressed Madchen, who pouted in anticipation. “I will let you, Madchen,” she jumped for joy, but he put a hand up.” you have to wait two weeks, to heal properly though, and I won’t give you any leniency.”