Tank Mage Novels & Stories

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

Fighting through the ringing in my ears and the ache in my shaken organs, I pushed myself off the ground and shouted, "Sound off!" "One!" "Two!" "Three!" "Captain, everyone's present—no serious injuries!" Josh's voice rose from within the smoke, tinged with the relief of someone who had just survived disaster. Once I confirmed that all team members had escaped with nothing more than impact injuries and scrapes, I issued orders immediately. "Team One, with me—put out the flames! Keep the fire contained! Team Two, prepare for search and rescue!" I grabbed an extinguisher and rushed toward the gas tank still burning.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp twinge of jealousy. “You’re our enemy. She’ll never accept you!” Fluidly, Liam shifts into his wolf form and charges straight at me. Beta Brooks tries to step between us to block me, but he’s quickly knocked aside by Liam in his rage. With a fierce battle cry, Eclipse warriors charge into the fight, swinging and snapping at Blood Moon and Darkfang warriors with a fury.

"The idea is to give you more than you can handle. You see, no one is at infinity when it comes to show of power. If there is more in you than in me then you should have your lucky star to thank," I said. The python then raised his head. Without wasting further time I unleashed every single thread of Tadara in me, "Water style Tadara, bloody midst!" I screamed. Bloody midst was a special Tadara that sucks everything in me, it creates a midst like blood and absorbs the life force of my opponent with rapid speed. If it is unable I may likely die in the process because my life force is what it being used to absorb the life force of rhe opponent.

That’s how Ignazio could have the power to wipe out two packs’ ranked wolves. I'd never felt such helplessness as when I woke up in that dungeon with Tie. We were hostages, and worse yet, we were being kept from our wolves. I haven’t been without Desmond since I shifted two years ago. And Tie without August, he’s the same Tie from our childhood. The guy whose mouth is faster than his brain. Tie never grasped the concept of thinking before you speak.

Jack Catwalk which has been filled with the heat of the liquid reaction is getting more and more brutal and blind. He even had trouble controlling himself, his emotions and his gaze. Like a wild animal, Jack only saw anyone as his opponent at this time. Until Jeremy's hard kick, made him fall. The two of them had a great fight. Even though Jeremy fell many times, he was still able to stand up again. Because Jeremy is equipped with strong martial arts and trained by a great coach. Werewolf Jack was overwhelmed and chose to run out of the building. Until he met Esmeralda in front of him.

They will do anything to get to keep their mates for themselves. But I won't leave my family for any man. The brown one completely shifts his behavior now. He starts gently licking my wound, poking me with his nose, but I'm not having this shit. I growl, my lips baring sharp canines, ordering him to step the hell away from me. He seems not to care at all ant pokes me with his nose again. Like hell I am coming with you, stupid mutt. Seeing my stubbornness, he steps back and shifts to his human form. He is tall, really tall, with ivory hair and icy, wild eyes. A viking, my first thought was. ''Shift'' he orders me with a strange accent. No emotion in his voice.

The tattooed man kicked again, doubling me over as his foot connected with my stomach. "Any last words?" He sneered, leaning over me. I forced my gaze up, meeting his eyes. He grinned, warping the sun tattoo into an odd shape on his cheek. "Well?" I opened my mouth, about to cuss at him when he fell forward, covering me in a splatter of blood. I gasped. I'd thought the pain from him kicking me was bad, but the pain of his dead weight bearing down on my beaten body had me balancing the edge of consciousness. I looked up, trying to force the engulfing black away and met pale blue eyes. It seemed my guardian wasn't just a pretty face.

The mage was entirely too much trouble. The ogre’s efforts had left sweat in rings beneath the arms of his threadbare, homespun tunic, and beaded on his forehead. Unlike the hearth tales, his skin was not green, nor his pate bald. He had a head of red ringlets that, cleaned and groomed, would not have looked out of place on the head of a village girl going to the fair. His brow was heavy, his jaw under bitten and strong, and his nose was flattened by comparison, the bridge wide.

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.