Blue Mage Omnibus: 10 Book Collection: An Epic Fantasy Romance Adventure

by Eden Redd

  With a deep breath, the mage slowly opened the door and stepped in. Nia sat on her bed in the small room, eyes staring at nothing and head bowed. Hearing the door open, she turned her head to see an orc step into her room. Looking back down to the floor, she began to pull her shirt off.

  “Nia….its Trystan,” The orc whispered.

  The fire mage turned again to the orc, disbelief filling her vision. The orc stepped in as an older orc filled the doorway.

  “What?” Nia said with a cloud of confusion hovering over her.

  “It’s me and Professor Hart. We are here to save you,” The orc smiled with wet eyes.

  Realization spilling over her like a waterfall, the redhead was on her feet, lip quivering and eyes wide. Nia ran forward, arms out and tears streaming down her cheeks. Trystan’s heart leapt in his chest. Pure happy bliss rained down as he opened his arms, ready to catch his dear friend. The young woman turned and slipped past Trystan, arms wrapping around Hart’s neck. The stunned professor felt a sharp pain across the side of his throat.

  With an arcane word, the professor placed a palm against Nia’s chest and unleashed a mana bolt. The energy surged and sent off a mini shockwave as Nia flew back, her body striking the opposite wall. The red headed mage slid to her feet but remained standing, mouth twisting into a sardonic grin.

  “Fools,” Nia hissed and her entire body shifted and changed.

  Trystan stood horrified as Nia’s body warped and shifted. Gray scales emerged along her forearms, hands, down her knees and into clawed feet. Gray wings appeared and flexed as gray horns emerged from her forehead. A tail spooled out and whipped around as Nia’s face melted into another woman’s face.

  Hart touched a hand to his throat as his orc body shifted and changed back to his normal form, “Slumber dragon.”

  The gray dragon woman nodded her head, “In moments you will be fast asleep. Master is already rounding up the others. You fools are done!”

  Hart grabbed hold of Trystan and pulled him into the hallway. The gray dragon woman stalked forward with seductive power. Doors opened around them as Hart and Trystan put their backs to each other. A black angel with a blindfold stepped out of one room. Feathered wings flexing, her long tongue licked her lips as the red triangle with an eye drawn on the blindfold glowed. From another doorway, a black dragon woman stepped out, green fire smoking from her mouth and slitted eyes on the professor.

  “Trystan, get down!” Hart shouted.

  The young mage threw himself down to the ground. The fallen angel, black and gray dragon women stepped closer. Hart whispered an arcane word. The professor’s heart slowed for a moment, building up mana energy. When it pumped, the shockwave burst in all directions. The fallen angel and dragon women went spiraling outwards from the blast. Wooden doors exploded and stone walls cracked. Even Trystan who was lying flat spun away from the professor, sliding along the floor as it cracked.

  Dazed, Trystan was back on his feet. Turning his head, he muttered incantations while he watched in horror. Professor Hart was a whirlwind of magical energy arcing from his body. Blunted air bolts struck out in all directions. The dragon women parried each one with scaled fists and contorted their bodies to avoid others. The angel with black ash skin glowed with a protective aura. Air bolts slammed and bounced off into walls, cracking them further. Mist flared from the professor and the fox kitsune Lana joined the fray.

  Hart controlled the air with determination in his eyes. Flicking his hand, stone broke off to form a stone elemental while Lana created short white swords out of the very air. The hallway was not big enough to contain the fighting. The black angel rushed the stone elemental, driving her fist into its gut. Stone shattered but the stone elemental managed to backhand the fallen angel into a wall before crumbling to the ground. Lana dodged the slumber dragon as she slashed outward. White swords pressed back the attack forcing the gray dragon woman to defend. White swords struck hardened, scaled forearms and shins. The black dragon spit green fire at Hart. The professor pulled up a mana barrier as the green flames surged against it. Poison bled into his mana barrier as he tried to keep her at bay. With a hand signal, an air bolt struck the black dragon in the stomach, causing her to bend forward. The green fire ceased as she tried to regain her breath.

  With no water in sight, Trystan pulled up an air bolt spell he learned from the professor during their training. The white bolt blasted forward. The black angel leered as she saw the bolt from the corner of her eye coming toward her. With a hiss, time slowed down to a crawl.

  Hart’s mind was active and unimpeded by the slowing of time. Weakness crawled up his limbs as he tried to keep it at bay. The black dragon woman’s mouth slowly opened, green fire spilling out. The gray dragon woman’s body moved slowly as her fist connected with Lana’s chin, sending the kitsune falling back in the air. The fallen angel moved normally while time slowed for everyone else. Hart watched as she came at him, black fingers touching him and draining mana. The professor mentally prepared a spell as mana continued to drain and weakness flowed into his body. The slow time effect ended and the professor unleashed his heartbeat spell once again.

  The black angel was thrown through the air just as Trystan’s air bolt struck her in the back. The effect from both forces caused the angel to spiral through the air and slam into a nearby wall. The gray dragon woman latched her arms onto Lana just as the shockwave hit them. A stream of mist bellowed from her mouth, striking the fox woman in the face. Eyes rolling into her head, Lana fell to the floor with a thud and unmoving. The slumber dragon slammed into another wall, grunting in pain as she too slid to the floor. Trystan braced himself as the wave hit him and threw him twenty feet further away. The black dragon woman’s green fire breath hit the wave and flashed back into her face before she was thrown down the hall in the opposite direction.

  Hart stumbled forward and fell to his knees. Limbs shaking, he fought with every ounce of his being to stay awake. Vision turned hazy as he tried to prepare another spell. Clumsy fingers caused the spell to fizzle. Trying again, another spell fizzled as Hart tried to blink the haze away.

  Trystan slowly stood up, his body turning to his human form. Mist rolled off his arm and his chest. Sylk and Kira burst into view, hands helping him to his feet then taking a battle stance. Together they all watched as Hart sunk further to the ground. The slumber dragon woman stood over the professor. Without a word, she hissed a gray stream of mist at his head. Professor Hart looked through the mist, his eyes connecting with Trystan’s and mouthing the word “Run”.

  Watching his mentor as the gray dragon woman poured sleeping mist on him caused the young mage’s heart to swell and burn. Sylk and Kira sensed their master’s power and knew they would not be retreating. Trystan stalked forward casting water spells. Water burst from pipes and snaked through doors to the mage’s calling. Sylk began to sing, an aura covering her body as she moved alongside her master. Kira launched herself through the air over them, spitting green fire at the three winged women.

  The gray dragon woman poured on her sleeping breath as the fallen angel and the black dragon stood in front of her. A red aura appeared around the angel while a dragon woman launched herself at Kira. Both black dragon women clashed above the high corridor. Scaled hands locked, they spit fire into each other’s faces. Kira drove her foot into the other dragon’s gut while she pulled her hand away and punched Kira in the cheek. Claws flashed as they slashed at each other, green flames obscuring their vision.

  Sylk and the fallen angel burst into a run toward each other. Auras blazing bright, they met and clashed. Mana sparks flew as they punched at each other only to get glancing blows off their auras. Sylk flipped back, letting her shield song end and she screamed a focused sonic blast. The angel grinned as the stream of sonic waves hit her aura but did not penetrate. Water pooled underneath the black angel. She looked down to see the water turn into spikes and like a hungry mouth, engulf the lower part of her aura. Eyes wide, the fallen angel tried to b
reak away as the spikes drilled into her aura, depleting her mana. Trystan poured mana into the spell, forcing the angel to try to break free. Sylk took the moment to focus her voice into a thin wavelength. The scream struck the aura from above, blazing against the glowing aura and causing it to crack. The angel, feeling her aura beginning to collapsed, let it drop and launched herself into the air. The water spikes clamped down on nothing. Sylk’s scream hit the flying angel sending her to the stone floor.

  The siren landed on the floor, opening her mouth for another blast when gray mist struck her. Sylk choked on the mist, her eyes rolling into her head, and collapsing to the ground. Water tentacles rose up to wrap around the gray dragon’s head and mouth. A slash of claws made the tentacle burst into water. Trystan fought to control the falling water and reform it.

  Kira and the dragon woman continued blow after blow to knock the other one down. They were on the cracked stone floor, unleashing everything they had. Wings flashed out and clipped each other while green flame smoked from their bodies. The dragon woman backhanded Kira into a wall. Slitted eyes turned to Trystan as he moved his hands to regain control of his spell. With an open mouth, a bout of green flame burst forth toward the mage. Kira launched herself from the wall taking the blast of fire to the chest. Spinning, she crashed to the ground with a moan.

  The slumber dragon spit gray smoke from her mouth. With a flap of her bat-like wings, she forced the cloud down the corridor. Trystan and Kira coughed as the sleeping mist entered their lungs. Hands shaking, the mage could not regain control of the water pooling in the hallway. Kira moaned as she tried to get up only to fall down, eyes closing.

  The young mage looked to the three monster women. Hart lay face down on the floor with Lana not too far away. Sylk and Kira didn’t move. The gray dragon woman stepped over his fallen friends with the black angel and black dragon behind her.

  “Damon happily invites you to his wedding. He is glad you were able to attend,” The gray dragon woman smiled.

  Trystan tried to call up another spell, any spell. Eyes grew heavy and he sank further to the ground. The last thing he saw was the slumber dragon running her scaled hand through his hair with a wicked grin on her lips.

  Fifteen

  Gwen’s eyes watered as Trystan’s mind went dark. Fingers curling, she fought her fearful urges and slowly stood up. Putting on her witch hat, she tipped the brim as she mentally prepared for what was next.

  Sord stood facing the doorway in the small room. Armored fingers flexed as he maintained eye contact on the door, “They are captured,” The orc said flatly.

  “They know we are here. We have to give the signal to retreat,” Gwen said as she moved to the orc’s side.

  “We must get to the roof. I will do everything I can to keep them at bay,” Sord said, calm as a frozen lake.

  “Thank you Sord but we will do this together,” Gwen said and took in a deep breath.

  The orc moved forward, taking hold of the doorknob. Opening the door, Sord and Gwen stepped into the darken hallway. Shadows lengthened as the air turned cooler. The ink witch wasted no time as she took lead, Sord right behind her. Gwen kept her eyes on the end of the corridor, the door to the stairs in sight.

  The light in the hall dimmed. Shadows snaked out and bulged. Black hands crawled out and leering smiles appeared. The witch whispered a few arcane words. Before she uttered the final word of power, she stopped walking.

  “Sord, close your eyes,” The witch said and spoke the final word to the spell.

  Sord moved to the side as Gwen turned and pointed her hand. A ball of light appeared and flashed down the hall. Robed figures emerged fully from the shadows, the corridor quickly filling with bodies. The orb reached the midway point of the hall, flared and exploded. The light blasted away all darkness as if the sun was in the very hallway. Hands clutched at eyes and spells fizzled. The flash of light flared out and darkness swooped in. Black robed mages threw their backs to the walls, trying to blink away the flashes in their vision. Sord opened his eyes and grinned.

  Gauntlets curling into fists, the orc launched himself into the hallway filled with blind shadow mages. Armored hands hit each mage across the face. With each contact, a surge of lightning blasted their senses causing muscles to involuntarily contract. Bodies stiffened and fell to the floor as they tried to regain their senses. Sord crashed through a group of shadow mages spinning and landing each blow with expert precision. In mere seconds, every shadow mage in the corridor was subdued.

  The orc turned to Gwen down the hall. The witch stood by the stairway entrance, waiting for him to join him when shadows spread around her. Black tentacles whipped out and coiled around Gwen’s arms and legs. The witch pulled with all her might, hands making signals. A shadow mage’s head appeared from the darkness, smiling at the struggling witch. A tentacle wrapped around a hand, causing the spell to fizzle.

  “No spell for you,” The shadow mage grinned.

  Gwen pointed her other hand at his face, “I was casting the same spell in each hand,” She whispered the word of power.

  The shadow mage’s face tightened as pain flared along his nerves. The agony doubled and tripled, sending his body into convulsions. Shaking uncontrollably, the mages fell out of the darkness and thrashed on the floor. Tentacles and shadows disappeared in a wink and the witch was free.

  “Don’t stop! Get to the roof!” Sord shouted as he ran down the hall.

  In between Sord and Gwen, darkness opened up. Freya melted into the dim hallway light with a dark skinned woman with dreads and an albino. All three formed a triangle, facing outward. Freya stared at Gwen while Devva and Paula faced the orc. Without a word, the three shadow mages raced toward their opponents.

  Sord took a stance as the mages rushed him. When they were within striking distance, each shadow mage whispered arcane words and stopped their advance. Sord glanced to his left and right. Black spikes stabbed outward. The orc spun away barely dodging from being impaled. Spikes pulled back as the orc turned to see black spears in each of the shadow mage’s hands. Laughing, they threw each spear while darkness pooled in their open hands and another spear appeared. The orc ducked left and right as each black spear whizzed past him. Sord took a step forward and a spear stabbed into the floor halting his advance.

  Paula stopped throwing spears and moved her hands for another spell. A black bow melted into her hands with an arrow notched. The albino pulled back and held the arrow for a second before loosening it. Devva moved her hands, casting another spell.

  Sord watched as the black arrow split in midair into hundreds of pointed darts. The darts filled the entire hallway. The orc grimaced as he reached down and picked up a dazed shadow mage. Using him as a shield, the darts stabbed into the mage’s back. Inhuman screams filled the tight hallway. Sord rushed forward, the mage in his hands screaming in pain. With a heave, he threw the screaming mage at the two mages blocking his path. Devva finished her spell, shadows circling her body. Black armor appeared, covering her head to toe. The armored Devva caught the mage and tossed him aside.

  Sord threw himself at Devva, energy arcing from his gauntlets. The shadow mage caught him by the waist. The orc bashed his gauntlets into her armored head. Energy flared with each strike as he tried to break through. Devva grabbed the orc’s arm mid-swing and held it. The orc opened his free hand and clamped it onto Devva’s black helmet. Mana sparked and lightning clashed with black armor. Devva winced as the gauntlets surged, sending sparks into the black helmet. The shadow mage let go and reared back an arm into a fist.

  War lust filled the orc’s eyes as he clamped both gauntlets onto Devva’s black helmet. Fingers penetrating shadows, he growled as he managed a finger hold and pulled. With the orc’s strength and the gauntlets blasting lightning, the armored helmet ripped in half, turning to shadows and fading away. Devva’s armored fist formed a spike at the knuckle. With a mighty punch, she drove the black spike into Sord’s shoulder. The orc didn’t even grunt as he reared back a
nd punched the shadow mage across the face, sending thousands of volts into her skull.

  Devva screamed as she let go, stumbled back and fell to the floor with a crash. The shadow mage moaned as her hair smoked and her black armor faded away. Sord was on his feet, blood streaming from his shoulder wound. The orc looked to Paula and stalked toward her, fingers flexing. The albino finished her spell and smiled.

  Shadow men leapt from the darkness. Hands sharpening into points, they stabbed from all directions. The orc grunted as black points penetrated green flesh. Sord whipped out his hands, smashing them into shadow man after shadow man. Paula smiled as she incanted the spell over and over. For every shadow man that fell, two more took their place. Weakness crawled into Sord’s muscles as he fought his losing battle. Glancing down the hall, he noticed Gwen and Freya locked in battle. The witch and shadow mage exchanged blows but Freya landed a blow of her hammer, knocking Gwen into the stairwell. The orc pressed forward, black blades stabbing deep.

  Paula’s smile faded away as the wounded orc pressed through black bodies, getting closer. Her hands and words moved faster, creating more shadow men. Sord turned his gaze on the albino, rage contorting his brow. Paula’s hands shook as he was within ten feet, eight feet, six feet, three feet. The shadow mage yelped as the orc punched a shadow man into nonexistence. Standing before the albino, Paula tried to flee. Sord reached out and took hold of her robe. Pulling her back to him, the shadow mage screamed. The orc lifted up a gauntlet and slapped the albino across the head. Lightning blasted Paul’s senses as she went limp in his hand.

  Sord fell to his knees, Paula slumping to the floor. The orc fell forward onto his hands, crawling forward so he could help the ink witch. Blood dripped from his many wounds, streaking the floor behind him as he made his way to the stairs.

  Gwen backed up on the stairs as Freya swung her black hammer down. Sound of it hitting the stairs rang out. The witch pooled her mana into a white shield just as Freya reared back and slammed it down once again. Gwen stumbled up a few steps from the shock of the blow. Freya grinned as she followed, eyeing the witch like prey.