The Golem Mage Novels & Stories

On the other side of the bridge was a large, arched doorway. But standing on the bridge was... something. It looked like a wolf, but it was twice the size of any Alpha I had ever seen. And it wasn't made of flesh and blood. It was made of the same black obsidian as the walls. Jagged spikes of rock formed its mane. Its eyes were two burning coals of green fire. "A Golem," Drax cursed softly. "I hate Golems." "It's a Construct," I corrected, analyzing the magical signature. "Bound to the location. It won't chase us, but it won't let us pass."

Just when Goliath was to say that their attempt was a failure, the liquid wood reformed into small Golems. [Skeletor has learned Druidic Golemancy Lv 1] [Skeletor has created a Chaotic Golem!] The Chaotic Golem looked like a snake with dark purple scales. The purple gem stuck in the forehead of the animal, and the faint illusion of dice was visible on it. It coiled around Skeletor's feet, but he picked it up, letting it sleep surrounding his neck. [Dorime has learned Druidic Golemancy Lv 1]

"I will call you Caldera. It is the crater the erupts from a Magma pocket is emptied just as you come from her. Her dragon form rises before me with a gleaming smile that I return. She grabs the hand of the other Magma and I watch as they both disappear. I yelp as my body drops down a foot as the square beneath my foot disappears. I gasp and it feel like something inside me slides into place. Lighted from the instant joy I watch as the blood I shed begins to fill the hole I stand in. I hurriedly climb out of it as my body begins to flame once more from the inside out. I shout at the pain as it feels like something is ripped away from the very center of me and the room glows. The room shines

Something bigger. The earth in front of him rose in a massive shape. Ten feet tall, roughly humanoid, a golem of compressed stone and soil that towered over both of us. Its body was dense, packed so tight the surface gleamed like ceramic. The effort hit Remus like a physical blow. He staggered. Blood ran from his nose. Every ounce of his earth element power poured into this one creation. A desperate move. His final card. The golem swung. An arm the size of a support beam, arcing toward me with the weight of a collapsing building.

Philip glanced at Mason and said with a smile. Although Mason felt humiliated, he dared not say a word. Philip and the others quickly left, but before Mason could follow suit, a huge golem appeared in front of him. The golem noticed Mason and rushed to him with a roar. The golem was green and looked terrifying. The ground trembled with the golem’s every step. Mason's men stood up to fight. Their attacks hit the golem but made no impact. Instead, they only angered the golem.

“Stop, that's enough! Please, you don't have to do this!” I turn and see my father at the castle doors, he looks so frail I’m shocked. I turn and stare at him, I don't know what he is doing except that he looks contrite and is addressing me. “Great Dragon please forgive us our sins, we are mere mortals, but we can learn from our mistakes.” Is he begging for Lance?! I'm never going to forgive Lance, so my answer to him is a low growl in my throat and then I shoot a column of fire into the air to drive my point home.

She opened the Grimoire, falling to her knees. Marx hated leaving her alone. She found a spell and chanted, rocking back and forth, as she did. He did not know what she was doing, but he trusted her skills. In the thick of things, Penny and the others seemed to handle their own. She held on to a weakened golem as Shea took to its chest with her claws. Its screech sounded like nails on a chalkboard, the sound evaporating as it turned to mist. Ichiro, Zigor, and Daniel were taking down another. Lochlan caught a golem from behind, sinking his teeth into its shoulder to hold it in place as he raked his claws left and right to disintegrate the beast.

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

"Very well, Isolde. I will help you perform this spell, but we must be cautious. The consequences of wielding such dark magic are unpredictable." Isolde's smile widened, a feral glint in her eyes. "Agreed, Baros. We'll take every precaution. The coven will soon bow to our will, and there will be no one left to oppose us." With their dark pact sealed, Isolde and Baros delved into the forbidden pages of the ancient tome, embarking on a perilous journey that would grant them immense power but also set into motion a chain of events that could shatter the delicate balance of their world. As the incantations began to flow, the shadows in the room seemed to deepen, echoing the darkness that now gri

“Join me, and together we’ll destroy her. We’ll take back what’s ours.” For a moment, the golem remained still. Then, it took a single step forward, the ground shaking beneath its weight. Drevon’s smirk widened. “Yes,” he whispered. “Come to me.” But as the creature moved closer, the glow in its eyes intensified, and Drevon realized too late that it wasn’t submitting - it was charging. The golem roared, a sound like an avalanche crashing down a mountainside. It lunged toward Drevon, its massive arm swinging in a devastating arc.