Tank Mage Novels & Stories

She found him pretty interesting and really wants to talk to him and if possible make friends with him. She don't know why but she feels like he could refill the emptiness her brother left in her heart, it won't be bad if she has a male friend for her male character, she is not yet interested in a boyfriend and doubts if she will ever be. She watched Kane try to avoid ladies as much as possible and shared toast with some when necessary. He cut his cake which she saw he did with much difficulty and she knew that if given a single opportunity, he will be out of there. Well, guess she will be his knight in shiny armor and rescue the handsome in distress.

His blue eyes blinked slowly, taking us in. “And with company too. Wow, a rare wolf.” Tank admired with disbelief and bewilderment in his amber eyes. “Did you resurrect your mate?” “No.” I clipped. “Can I have her?” Tank's eyes gleamed lustfully. “Mine!” I growled at him. I ought to clap the tall, black, micro dreads off his head. Tank held his brown hands up and recoiled. They knew they weren’t going to get any explanations. “I'm tired.” I gritted at them. It’s been a hell of a day.

"Where's your id?" I stared blankly at the man. "Where's your tag then?" He reprimanded me. By his uniform it was obvious he was the security. "I... I.... can explain," I kept my voice low and calm. If there was one thing I hated, it was fucking happening right now. "If you don't have an Id you can't be here," the man continued. "That's the rules." I figured this would be so much fun for him. Torturing a helpless nobody. Maybe this was the fun part of his boring job.

A shimmering scroll formed mid-air, spinning once before displaying our names. —Brand: Team Leader —Jade Ishola: Second in Command —Nyomei: Attack Power —Orin: Attack Power —Lotanni: Mid-Range Support / Defender —Bainer: Medical Support (Engage only when necessary) Silence. Then: “Wait, what?” I said, stepping closer. “Second in command?” Brand turned slightly toward me, unreadable. “You're fast. Tactical. You don’t freeze up.” “That’s not a compliment,” I muttered.

The tiger rapidly advanced towards Tensha and swung its claws towards Tribe leader Tensha's chest. "Nature barrier!" Tensha said, as a light green shield appeared in front of him. As the tiger's claw touched the shield, his flames dimmed even further. The shield was broken after lasting for a moment. Although Tensha retreated backward as the shield was being, the claws still grazed him. Claw marks could be seen on his chest as he crashed on the ground. Blood started following from his chest.

Tom smiled at me for a few seconds before turning to him. “Done.” He said. And without saying another word, he fired. My ears registered no sound. I just saw a flash coming out of the gun’s mouth, and moments later mark’s body impacted against mine, making us both to fall on the floor, his back hitting my chest. It was then that I understood that Tom's gun had a muffler so there wouldn’t be heard any sound. “Mark?” My voice came trembling with horror at seeing his unmoving head on my chest “Mark!”

she finally said shyly. “Finally,” Tillaman continued. “We have the battle mages. These are mages best designed to lead on the battle field. They are also versatile mages capable of displaying a more than moderate strength in varying mage classes, and are the only mages allowed to take command of companies of non-mages. Their perspective is better than most mages, which allows for a strategic advantage on a battlefield. These mages are best on the field of battle. They attain a state where their perception peaks. Their reia responds faster, they see better, hear better, react better. But do not make the mistake of thinking to overwhelm a single one of them with numbers, unless it is of an un

Mayhem. Complete and utter mayhem. Tank is in the water thrashing around trying to get a wolf off of his back while others move forward, lying in wait for the right moment to attack. It seems like the whole scouting party is here, which means I only have to kill a few and the others will take off with their tails between their legs.

I nodded my thanks. The cab we found drove us back to my apartment. We rode in silence. As we entered my apartment complex, Tank’s eyes drifted everywhere, taking everything in. He still didn’t say a word. I unlocked my door, and right away, Tank found a problem. “You haven’t got a proper lock on that door.” He demonstrated by closing it again and then kicking my door open, effectively smashing it in half. “What the fuck are you doing?!” I yelled. He shrugged, looking nonchalant. “Proving a point.” He said, his voice cool and detached. “What the hell? How am I supposed to fucking fix that now, you prick?” His eyes darkened in anger. “Don’t call me a prick. I’m here to fucking help you.” He s

This was Tank. He was massive—a seven-foot-tall juggernaut of heavy power armor, painted in industrial yellow and black hazard stripes. One arm was a standard manipulator; the other ended in a rotary minigun barrel. Despite the terrifying appearance, his voice was young, warm, and sounded like he was smiling. Ren walked over to the table. His avatar, Wraith, was less flashy—a ghillie suit made of optical-camo fabric and a long-range rifle slung over his shoulder.