The Golem Mage Novels & Stories

Apollo murmured, walking circles around the creature. It stood still, if not for the soft rise and fall of its chest, I would have thought it a statue. The creature didn’t respond to the sound of Apollo’s voice, ignoring every command he gave it. Gazing at it thoughtfully, Apollo reached out and shoved me to the floor. The thing moved, faster then I had thought possible. In one smooth motion it righted me on my feet, then turned to advance on my father. Apollo stood still, laughing as the golem lumbered toward him. He snapped his fingers, his face suddenly falling.

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

It was as if mother nature and a demon reproduced. Jude swore over our mental connection. “Golems.” “What the hell are golems?” “Earth-forged creatures made with a purpose.” Nova hastily replied to my question, her skin rippling as she fought the urge to shift. “Jude should be able to destroy them with his earth affinity.”

I can even hear the chattering of the magical creatures. I step into the entire hall. A combination of various herbs and ingredients, smoky incense, and strange chemicals fills the air. The scent of magic itself permeates everything, as if it has its own distinct smell. Someone approaches me and bows, "Welcome back, Mage Serra." I smile back at him, trying to remember his name. If I am not mistaken, it's Mage Elio. "It's been a long time," he adds. "Yes, it has," I reply with a smile of my own. "But please, call me Serra now."

Maybe he was still upset over what Pops had done to the jerk who hurt Sera. I tilted my head and scrunched my eyebrows together, hoping the effort would help me read him. It didn't. "Good." I watched him walk to the end of the alley and turn the corner. Once Gabe was out of sight, I whispered the spell that opened a portal back into Sharra. Specifically, the basement of the Seven Magics Academy.

After Goel was done with sorrowful sobbing, he distanced himself and kneeled down. " Your majesty, please don't reject me. I'll live as a slave under your order. Please... I'll forget about tonight..." I was getting from where he's coming from. But I can't leave this as it is because the strong sexual urge is hard to resist . I just saw Goel losing his control on himself and forcing him on me. I got up and touched Goel's face . Poking my finger on his forehead, I chanted a spell and a string of yellow flame flowed out of my finger's tip.

I snapped, giving the skinhead that stood at the entrance to the cell a sideline glance, not bothering to cover the long phallus tower of my cock when his eyes strayed to my groin. “Y-Your Majesty, It’s Gobar...he’s uh...here to see you,” Hagrid gritted, and something in his tone made me turn to stare him in the eye, hissing when he maintained eye contact before he snapped his gaze away. Gobar. The dark Shadowling Mage that had pledged his allegiance to me what felt like centuries ago. He had seen something in the Burning City...Something he thought he could use, binding me by oath to give it to him when he had worked long enough.

And with the golem being made of indestructible ice, it had little need for a shield or armor. The ice prongs of the trident went right through Aki’s air dome and chipped the spot on the floor where Sasha had been just moments ago. It was good Aki had pulled him out of the way. The ice that composed the golem’s body was of a blue shade, which confirmed Aki’s theory that this labyrinth guard had been patterned after the fearsome Kali, the goddess of war and destruction in the folklore of the western plains. Though the golem was made of ice from head to foot, Aki could see the distinct grooves of a breastplate, armor skirt, and arm and leg bands.

​I cleared the distance, landing squarely on the Golem’s massive, rotting arm as it reached down for Kaelen. ​Running up the creature's arm, I ignored the putrid stench of dark magic. The beast roared, trying to shake me off. I drove one obsidian blade into its shoulder to anchor myself, then brought the other blade down in a vicious, sweeping arc right into the center of its chest. ​Find the core, I told myself. ​The blade sank deep. I felt the glass-like crunch of the necromantic crystal shattering beneath my sword. ​The Golem went rigid. The dark red light in its stitched eyes flickered and died. As the massive beast began to topple backward like a felled redwood, I kicked off its chest,

There was at least one thousand either killed or put out of commission by the gigantic claymore Havoc had set loose inside their ranks. He had made a living replica of Sarah using essentially the same magic as anyone who could make a golem, his technique was just much more in depth, making it so the golem could speak, and act. He had to use many types of magic in order to make it appear like Sarah and layer them on top of each other much like a cake.