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

by Eden Redd

  “What should we do master?” The gray slumber dragon woman asked.

  “Serenity, you and Dalia retrieve the book from his hands. Xolly and Kali, stay by my side and defend your master,” Damon said and began weaving hand signals.

  Serenity and Dalia stepped forward. Mist and green fire spilled from each of their mouths as they stared at Trystan with determination. Dark Trystan stepped forward, hands at his sides and a maddening grin on his lips. The slumber and poison dragon spit sleeping mist and green fire. Dark Trystan raised his arms, letting their streams curl into his hands, the black book tucked into his robe. The dragon women stopped their assault and took a step back when Trystan held a ball of gray mist in one hand and a ball of green fire in the other. Crossing his arms, he blasted each orb at each dragon. Serenity screeched as green fire struck her dead on, sending her body flying backwards. The gray orb struck Dalia, causing her eyes to roll into her head and falling to the stone floor of the square.

  A dark hole appeared next to Damon. Reaching, his hand disappeared and reappeared next to Trystan’s chest, inches from the book. Dark Trystan grabbed Damon’s wrist right before he touched the leather cover. Black energy arced, stabbing into Damon’s hand. The renegade mage tried to pull back but Trystan held him in place, energy arcing.

  “Tell me Damon, can you pull away before you lose your concentration and the displacement portal closes? If you cannot, I will keep your hand as a trophy.”

  Damon grunted as he whispered arcane words. His hand opened, palm pointing at Dark Trystan’s face. A fireball appeared, blasted forward and exploded. Damon pulled his hand just as the displacement portal closed. Clutching at his burned hand, he eyed Trystan as he stepped closer.

  “Trystan, the book is using you. I know your good heart can fight it off. Give me the book and I will never darken your life again!” Damon shouted as he backed off with Xolly and Kali.

  “Darken my life? You have taken my friends. You have tried to destroy innocents. You threaten with genocide and you have murdered in the name of twisted justice. You will not die this day Damon Wick. Your eyes will burn out of your skull. Your ears will bleed into silence. Your tongue will rot in your mouth but you will not die. You will live on as a shattered soul, never to touch greatness ever again.”

  Shadows curled into Damon’s hand, forming into a black sword, “Then I have no choice but to cut you down.”

  Dark Trystan pulled the book from his robe and held it, “You see nothing. I see everything.”

  Damon flashed forward, black sword striking down. Mana sparks flew as Trystan parried with the Libro Nocte. Arms trembled as they imposed their strength on each other. Damon grunted while Trystan smiled, showing teeth. Breaking away, the renegade mage swung and sliced with his sword. Dark Trystan parried each blow with ease. The fallen angel and four-armed woman rushed to their master’s side. Swords appearing in their hands, all four clashed. Dark Trystan laughed on as swords rained down. He parried and pivoted from each blow, moving with blurring speed. The black book took each strike but there was not so much as a scratch on the cover.

  The crowd gazed with amazement as the deadly dance continued. Guards moved closer with spears. Shadow mages moved to the bottom of the steps, watching for a chance to aid their master. Damon broke away while Kali moved like a whirlwind of flashing swords. Trystan blocked each strike before slamming the spine of the Libro Nocte into each of her four wrists. Swords clattered before fading from sight as the blue skinned familiar backed off. Xolly hissed and time slowed down. Dark Trystan turned his eyes to the fallen angel as she aimed her blade for his heart.

  “Time holds no power over us,” Trystan said as he side-stepped Xolly’s blade.

  The fallen angel turned her blind folded eyes to the dark mage as he slapped her with the black book. The black angel spun through the air, landing on the stone floor with a “Thud”.

  Damon’s hands blurred. Stone shifted and rose up, lighting arcing off its massive form. Fire leapt from the flaming braziers and encircled large stone fists. Damon moved feverishly as he combined elementals into one powerful form. Dark Trystan waited for the mage to complete his spell. Red eyes peered down from a hulking construct at the dark mage. It lifted a flaming fist. Trystan stepped forward with no fear in his dark eyes. He reached up and touched the powerful elemental.

  The hulking construct’s eyes widened and it dropped its fist to its side. Turning, the elemental charged.

  “Your creation is now my creation,” Trystan said with a grin.

  Spears and crossbow bolts struck the hulking elemental as it rushed Damon. The renegade mage made several hand signals and pointed his hands. White mana blasted forward, hitting the elemental construct and shattering it to dust. Damon prepared another spell when a black lightning bolt struck his aura. The mage went flying twenty feet before hitting stone floor and rolling.

  Nia watched and her white eye began to glow. She could see that Damon’s aura began to show holes. Staring, his mana fluctuated and then his aura strengthened. Despite the aura shining, the holes were smaller but they were still there.

  “I will deal out your punishment,” Dark Trystan said and raised his hand.

  The golden dagger in Damon’s robes flew out and into Trystan’s hand. Damon eyed the mage with concern as he stalked forward. Xolly landed in between Trystan and her master, arms outstretched and red aura glowing. Dark Trystan took another step forward, driving the dagger point at the shield. The familiar screamed as the golden dagger shattered her aura and the blade sunk into her gut. Pulling at her blindfold, she ripped it off and opened her eyes.

  A stream of white light stabbed out from her eyes, striking Dark Trystan. The explosion caused everyone to shield their eyes from the bright light. Trystan’s form was thrown back through the air, body smoking, he landed in the crowd of monsters with a booming crash. The crowd moving away or thrown from the explosion.

  From a smoking crater Dark Trystan stood, black aura surrounding his body and eyes locked on Damon and Xolly.

  Damon reached out and took the fallen angel into his arms. Her eyes closed, she smiled as she touched her master’s cheek.

  “I’m sorry Xolly. The dagger is poisoned,” Damon said with darkness in his eyes.

  The fallen angel nodded. Cracks formed along her ashen skin, the familiar’s hand dropped. With glowing energy seeping up from the cracks in her magical flesh, the fallen angel turned to dust and blew away.

  Trystan stood in the smoking crater. Monsters surrounded him but none made a move. An eerie silence filled the plaza square. Bodies moved away, leaving a path between Trystan and Damon. The renegade mage held gray dust in his hands before he clenched them into fists. Standing up, the two mages eyed each other with all of Fallen York watching.

  “I will cut the book from your very fingers,” Damon growled.

  “I will shatter your soul,” Dark Trystan hissed.

  With mana surging, pebbles and stones rose up around Trystan. Damon’s aura grew brighter. The two mages stared as their mana pooled to their commands. The monsters around Trystan backed off while guards and mages moved to Damon’s side. The air took on a prickly charge as a light wind whisked through the Square.

  “Enough!” boomed a voice from high above.

  Eyes turned skyward. A large winged serpent hovered high in the sky. Glowing orbs shined their light on blue scales as the serpent peered down, feathered wings beating. A witch sat on its back, looking down with a hard gaze.

  “I’m coming for you my love!” Gwen shouted with determination in her eyes.

  Eighteen

  Damon looked up to Gwen and the winged serpent, his eyes narrowing, “I am so close. I cannot let her take control of my familiars.”

  The renegade mage turned to the guards and mages at his side, “Stop her at all costs!”

  Heads nodded and bodies spread out. Hands moved to arcane knowledge and words of power fell from parted lips. Gwen eyed the mages and guards as they took positions.
Glancing over, she could see more guards moving along the top of the walls overlooking the Plaza Square. Orbs of light shined on as they hovered in the now dark night sky. Gwen patted Quintin’s neck as she directed him with a squeeze of her legs. The winged serpent roared as wings stopped flapping. Turning his serpentine head, the winged serpent dived down toward the smoking crater, Dark Trystan staring up.

  The witch took hold of her familiar’s neck and brought her feet up. With a quick bending of the knees, Gwen launched herself off Quintin’s back and dived toward the middle of the Square. Dark Trystan stared as mana spilled from the witch’s back and formed angel wings. With a steady gaze, she dived, wings spreading out to catch the air and slow her decent.

  The entire plaza square erupted into chaotic bedlam. Hands pointed as shadows moved into dagger points and shot up into the sky. The crowd of monsters that could not project an attack turned on the dark mage and charged. Crossbow bolts, spears and arrows rained upward as Gwen brought her wings close and spun away from the attacks. The witch spread out her senses, feeling each magical spell or psychical projectile before it could reach her. Letting her senses guide the way, she turned and spiraled.

  Monsters converged on Dark Trystan as he kept his gaze on Gwen. When they were in arms reach, the mage dripping with power raised a single foot and brought it down hard. The shockwave knocked down not only the monsters around him but also most of the creatures in the plaza. Bodies flew back and hit the ground as power rolled through them, stunning everyone’s senses.

  Reeko and Aznara stood on the other side of the eastern wall, the sounds of chaos rising into the air.

  “We have to get in there!” Aznara said looking up.

  Reeko moved his hands and whispered arcane words. Stone from the wall shifted and pushed out to form a platform. Stepping onto it, the goblin took hold of the succubus. With both aboard, the platform of stone moved up with liquid speed. When they reached the top of the wall, guards had their backs to them shooting arrow after arrow over the side toward Trystan. The succubus smiled as she threw herself into the back of one guard and sent him over the edge. The orc guard fell to the plaza square below with a crash and loud moan. Reeko stepped onto the rampart as guards turned on the demoness and goblin. With arcane hand signals, the goblin shifted the stone into walls on either side of him and the succubus, pushing the guards back. The sound of orc guards grunting as stone walls forced them to retreat made the goblin smile.

  “Start the counter attack!” Reeko said as he concentrated on his spells.

  Aznara looked over the side to see Gwen and her winged serpent dive down to Trystan. The succubus could see the dark power spilling from her friend, as he stood motionless. Taking out two chaos potions, the demoness threw them down to her right and left. With the guards pushed back, the top of the eastern wall was clear. Mist sprang up and formed hooded figures.

  “Aim at the crowd and open fire!” Aznara commanded with a shout.

  The robed figures turned to the edge, pointed their hands and cast a string of spells. Fireworks rained down on the crowd. Magical light burst forth and exploded when it reached ground level. The explosions had no physical effect but the perceived threat of being under attack sent many monsters into trying to find cover. Aznara stared down with a large grin as monsters and shadow mages scattered for any place to hide from the harmless magical explosions.

  With the attacks off her, Gwen dived. Spreading her wings, she stopped her descent and landed feet from Dark Trystan. The witch rose up from one knee as the winged serpent landed and coiled his massive body, forming a protective circle around Trystan and Gwen. Quintin roared and blasted out his blue lightning breath. Craters formed from the lightning, sending shards of stone up and driving any monster near them further back.

  Trystan smiled with twisted lips and insane eyes, “You are the witch who tried to drive us from Trystan’s body. You will be punished.”

  Gwen stepped closer, eyes half closed and mana surging, “You took my husband from me. You will not take my lover!”

  Dark Trystan raised a hand but Gwen was already on him. Hand raised, she smacked Trystan hard across the cheek. Trystan’s eyes bulged as the shock ran along his skin, muscles and nerve endings. Turning to the witch, the dark veins crisscrossing his face melted back slightly.

  “Gwen……They will not let go of me……They will never let go…” Trystan said weakly as the dark veins moved back into place.

  “I love you Trystan. What I will do next will hurt,” Gwen said with an even tone.

  The ink witch grabbed at the sides of Trystan’s head. Hands glowing, energy poured forth, sinking into the young mage’s skull. Trystan’s eyes turned white and his mouth formed a perfect O. Tears formed as Gwen gritted her teeth and sent a large wave of her mana into her lover’s mind.

  Damon watched and smiled. With Gwen and Trystan distracted, it was time to retake the battle, “Subdue the serpent and capture the mage and witch. I want them alive.”

  Damon turned to the eastern wall as robed figures fired down on the crowd. The explosions were impressive but the renegade mage saw through the ruse, “They are using chaos potions. Their spells will have no effect. Return fire.”

  Word spread quickly and guards moved into the magical explosions. With bows up and arrows locked, they readied themselves to return fire.

  A manhole cover in the square shifted and moved aside. A blonde haired woman poked her head out to see monsters caught in a chaotic battle. Colored explosions lit up the entire area as a row of orcs readied a volley. Looking up, the librarian noticed Reeko and Aznara directing their illusion army. Jenny pulled her head back down the hole, bended her knees and launched herself into the sky. The leap was incredible as she flew up above the walls. Mist rolled off her body, her manticore, Jaka, spreading his wings and hands talking hold of his mistress. With a mighty flap, he soared through the sky toward the goblin and succubus.

  Mist rolled off Aznara as her familiar took form on the walkway. Aznara was about to direct Vossa to form a thick mist when arrows shot up. Several illusions were struck and faded away. Vossa grabbed at her mistress and turned her around, shielding her body. The vampire grunted as two arrows stabbed into her pale skin.

  Aznara watched with wide eyes as the vampire moved her hand behind and plucked each arrow out, throwing them on the floor. Undeterred, the vampire let mist flow off her body shrouding them from the enemy. Two figures appeared from the sky. Jenny landed with Jaka close behind.

  “We will need better cover. Keep the monsters busy,” Jenny commanded as her hands moved with blurry motions.

  Mana touched the water surrounding Fallen York. With hard commands, the water heated and changed. Mist rose up in a manner of seconds. Several seconds later, the mist turned into a thick fog. Jenny’s brow formed a V as she spread her mana out as far as she could. Pushing her limits, the fog rose up into a whirling tornado. The top of the spinning funnel craned over like a sea serpent’s head. Eyes of all shapes looked up in horror as the thick tornado came crashing down, blasting the entire lower city in thick gray fog.

  Vision was reduced to inches as everyone lost sight of each other. The librarian moved through the mist and touched Reeko and Aznara’s shoulders. With a small flash, the goblin and succubus could see through the fog as if it was midday.

  “This should buy us some time,” Jenny said as she turned to the wall and looked down.

  “Good. Our orc on the ground needed the cover,” The goblin smiled.

  Professor Hart stayed on his knees. Unable to break his chains, he observed the battle as best he could. The sudden fog blocked out his vision except for the two orc guards at his side. Shadows moved as muted magical explosions lit up the area. A figure moved through the thick fog. The guard had his spear in hand, as he tried to peer through the thick smoke. Something heavy flew through the fog, slamming into the orc’s face and sending him backwards. The other orc guard spun his spear at anything that moved. Another figure moved th
rough the fog and touched the orc in the middle of a wide swing. Lightning arced, sending the orc to the stone floor with a high-pitched grunt.

  Professor Hart smiled as Shyla and Sord stepped into view. The daughter moved behind the professor and unbuckled his collar. Sord turned to the fog, watching if anything moved to close. The collar slid off the professor’s neck and struck the ground. Hart spoke a word and his chains melted off him and reformed into a thin metal elemental.

  “Assist my friends,” Hart said to the metal elemental.

  The metal being nodded. Sord gave Hart a nod and flexed his gauntlets. Shyla spun her two maces. The two orcs and metal elemental charged into the fog. Professor Hart cast another spell, his vision seeing past the thick smoke. Eyes on Damon, the professor stalked forward.

  Damon moved his hands with expert ease. A bubble formed and pushed outward, driving the fog back. Jenny felt Damon’s power and instantly took control of the fog. She pressed her mana control against Damon’s and they locked into a stalemate. The fog had cleared around the raised part of the Square but Jenny held her control everywhere else. The librarian gritted her teeth as she pushed. Damon smiled as he gathered his mana.

  From the edge of the fog, Professor Hart stepped into view. From behind, Lana appeared with her lips curved into a sly smile.

  “Release Nia and Sunara and we will leave immediately. No blood will be spilled if you return the students,” Hart said in a calm tone.

  Damon eyed the professor and smirked, “Sunara chose to be here. I have plans for Nia.”

  “You are forcing me to do something I will regret,” Hart said with a downward glance.

  Damon’s eyes turned cold and his smirk faded, “Me too.”

  Damon moved a finger and light flashed. Hart raised his left hand, mana forming a shield. A thin bolt of mana, the size of a pencil, struck Hart’s hand, penetrating his aura shield. The professor’s eyes widened as the thin bolt stabbed through his hand and came out the other side. No pain registered as Hart turned, the world moving in slow motion. The thin bolt continued on its path, stabbing through the side of Lana’s exposed neck and exiting out the other side.