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

by Eden Redd

  Time sped up into reality. Hart’s hands moved to his kitsune as she stared wide-eyed. The hole on her neck remained empty for a second before magical blood spurted out and down her white kimono. Hart was nearly to her when a knee slammed into his back, sending him past her and to the floor. Hart rolled and was to his feet just as a mana charged fist struck his jaw. Damon’s body grew bigger as mana pumped into all of his muscles. White energy glowed over meaty fists as he pounded and pummeled the professor.

  “They talked so highly of you! How you had no real equal! I’m disappointed you didn’t see my attack coming!” Damon growled as he continued his assault.

  Hart’s head moved to each punch. As Damon pulled back, Hart let the mana in his heart explode. The shockwave knocked Damon back a few feet, his aura glowing. The professor launched himself at the renegade mage. Arms circling his waist and mana charging muscles, the professor lifted up the stunned mage and threw him. Damon went flying into a wall, cracking it in all directions. Sliding off, he landed on his feet, rubble falling and bouncing off his larger than normal shoulders.

  “Did you really think I would let you have a chance to mana merge with your familiar? I know your secrets! When Vanessa was under my control, I was able to pull from her everything about you. I know you have slowed down and I know every time you use your Heart Beat spell that it shaves down another sliver of your life force that you will never get back.”

  Lana’s limbs trembled as she fell to her knees. Hart moved to her, falling to his knees. The kitsune fell into his open arms. The older mage held her close, a glowing hand on her neck wound.

  Damon stalked forward, “I did more than poke a hole in her. Residue from my mana is purposely keeping the wound open. You are healing her right now but it’s not working is it? You are only keeping it at bay. If you move that hand, she will bleed out. I haven’t come this far to not be prepared for Stukarr’s favored professor.”

  Damon stood over the professor and his familiar, “Even your wounded hand will not heal. Only Gwen will be able to heal you. Your blood loss is slower but with your weakened heart, I give you twenty minutes, tops.”

  Damon turned to the chaos raging on, “Soon I will have the Libro Nocte and the war will begin. Thank you, professor, for helping my dreams come true.”

  From an open manhole, a green haired woman looked out to the chaos. Lori couldn’t see much but the insects sent her a steady stream of information from all sides of the battle. The druid looked down in the darkness below her and called out.

  “Come my friends! We have to stop a great evil,” Lori shouted into the darkness below her.

  The shaft began to move. Furry creatures the size of cats flooded out of the hole and cracks in the nearby buildings. An army of rats spread out like a raging river. Furry bodies leaped onto unsuspecting monsters in droves. Claws and teeth bit into thick hides as screams echoed out. Lori stepped from the manhole a rat on her shoulder. Calmly she moved through chaos as all manner of beasts struck out with weapons and claws against furry attackers.

  Quintin continued to roar and blast blue lightning at anything that moved too close. Gwen held onto Trystan’s head, mana and power surging between them. The witch’s mind clawed her way in, past the dark barriers and deeper into Trystan’s soul. Dark Trystan breathed, caught between the powers of dark and light. Gripping the black book, the young mage growled.

  Gwen felt time slipping away. She pressed deeper in, looking for any hint where the dark power was hiding. The further she went, the more it seemed to run. Dreamscapes and memories rose and fell like the tides. Happiness, fear, regret, pain, bliss swirled like a maelstrom. Gwen stopped her descent into Trystan’s mind, fear speaking to her of the damage she may cause.

  “We will not let him go. He belongs to the book,” A creepy voice hissed.

  Gwen’s heart weakened at the thought of losing Trystan forever, “He is not strong enough. Take me.”

  Silence filled the dreamscape.

  “You would freely give yourself to the Libro Nocte?”

  Gwen shed a tear, “I do.”

  Darkness and knowledge roared through Trystan’s mind and collided with Gwen’s spirit. Trystan’s eyes and mouth shot open, streams of inky black liquid pouring forth and splashing against Gwen’s face. The witch opened her eyes and mouth, letting the depraved darkness flow from her lover into herself. On it went as a terrible shadow cloaked the witch’s spirit, her light turning into a pinpoint in the vast abyss.

  Gwen let go and Trystan stumbled back into Quintin’s massive body. Eyes clearing and black veins fading, the mage looked to Gwen as she stood, horror written in her expression. Lurching forward, he hugged the witch close, pouring his mana into hers, the black book falling from his hand. Opening his senses, he could see her mana points dimming with each passing moment.

  “Gwen! Take my life! Fight the darkness! I am here for you!” Trystan shouted.

  The ink witch turned her wide eyes and mouth skyward. Her chakra points glowed, taking Trystan’s mana and pushing away at the darkness. Black tendrils hung onto her life, stretched and trembling.

  “You….you…gave yourself to us!” The darkness in Gwen hissed.

  Gwen felt her true self return as the darkness was pushed further away, “I let you in but I never said you could stay.”

  With one final surge, corrupt power exploded from the witch’s eyes and mouth, streaming into the darken sky. Gwen screamed as dark power exited from her body and disappeared into the night sky. With a whimper, the witch fell into Trystan’s arms.

  The young mage looked to the beautiful witch in his arms, “You saved me.”

  “I saved us,” Gwen said with a weak smirk.

  Quintin uncoiled around them and continued to keep the enemy at bay. Mist rolled off Trystan’s arm and chest. The mage smiled as Sylk and Kira appeared.

  “Master, this party is getting out of control!” The siren said as she readied herself.

  Trystan held Gwen with one arm around her waist. His other hand moved, forming arcane symbols. The fog around them solidified into streams of flowing water. The streams circled them in a protective coil. The mage felt good, really good. It was almost like a weight was lifted off his shoulders and he was free for the first time in his entire life.

  “We are all going home! Kira, air support!” Trystan commanded.

  “Yes master!” The black dragon woman smiled and launched herself into the air.

  “Sylk, stay close. We are storming the stage!”

  “Yes master,” The siren nodded.

  Gwen put a weak hand to Trystan’s cheek, “Leave me. I…. will only slow…. you down.”

  Trystan held her close to him, arm around her waist, “No way. You are staying with me to the end.”

  Gwen wrapped her arms around the young mage’s neck, leaning her body against his while he held her up. Slowly they moved forward through the thick fog. Monsters rushed from the gloom, claws and swords flashing. Trystan moved his free hand while smiling. The thick water coil surrounding them formed into blunted spikes. Water bolts blasted off in quick succession. Monsters were struck dead on, sending their bodies back into the gloom. In between the water coils, Sylk screamed thin sonic waves. Each scream took down one monster after another. Kira flapped her wings overhead. Mouth open and spitting green fire balls into the fog. The mage held Gwen close as they shuffled their feet forward toward the raised Square.

  Damon let the mana in his muscles bleed off, his body returning back to normal. With a wave of his hand, the fog melted away back to the surrounding water. Turning his eyes to Jenny on the wall, he pointed a hand. A giant fireball formed and burst forth, streaking toward the eastern wall. Jenny tried to counter but the fireball moved with unnatural speed. Jaka took hold of his mistress. With wide eyes, the manticore threw her down the walkway. Aznara turned to see Jenny flying toward her. The librarian’s body struck the succubus and they both tumbled another ten feet away. Jenny managed to sit up just as Jaka raced t
o her and was engulfed in a ball of fire. The wall exploded, hurtling the flaming manticore to Jenny’s feet. Aznara pulled Jenny close and shielded her from the raining debris with her own body.

  Reeko was on the other side of the explosion. The goblin raised a piece of the stone floor up to shield himself. The flaming debris crashed into his protection and cracked it. The goblin scooted away as more debris rained down, destroying his makeshift barrier. The goblin turned his head to see a large chunk of the eastern wall had been destroyed. Jenny, Aznara, Vossa, and Jaka were on the other side while Reeko was by his lonesome. The goblin stood up and an arrow struck his thigh.

  “Fuck!” The goblin grunted as he fell to his knees.

  A green hand curled around the arrow shaft. Looking down, he saw the arrowhead sticking out the other side of his leg. Taking hold of the arrowhead, he broke it off and pulled the other half out. Slumping his back against the charred battlements, the goblin breathed heavy as blood poured from his wound. Eyes half closed, the goblin could feel his life draining away.

  “Don’t move,” said a beautiful voice.

  Reeko turned to see Lori kneeling down next to him. Her little hands moved over his wound and she called out life spirits to send her some of their energy. The goblin watched as the wound closed up between the druid’s fingers. Weakness turned to strength and the goblin with slicked back hair eyed the druid and smiled.

  “How did you get up here?” The goblin asked with half closed eyes.

  “I’m a great climber and I had a little help from my furry friends,” The druid smiled.

  The goblin smirked, “I have been meaning to ask……” Reeko trailed off.

  “Yes, I would love to go on a date,” The green haired druid smiled, “But let’s survive this first.”

  Reeko nodded. Both goblin and druid turned their eyes back to the battle raging below.

  Nineteen

  Trystan pushed on, water bolts blasting out and slamming into monsters. Rats jumped on creatures while a winged serpent billowed out lightning bolt after lightning bolt. Kira flew through the air, spitting out green fire while Sylk pressed on at her master’s side. Gwen held onto Trystan, trying to walk with the mage, her legs occasionally giving out. The young mage held her close and pressed on with a smile on his lips and determination blazing from his heart.

  Damon stared as his familiars gathered around him. Hart stayed on the ground, holding Lana in his arms and keeping her mana from leaking from her neck. Shadow mages fired sharp black bolts at the oncoming blue mage. Trystan used the streaming water to block each bolt by turning sections to ice and deflecting the bolts away. Then the ice would melt back into water until another volley made contact. Adrenalin pumped as the mage kept complete control. He was going to reach the raised square in moments.

  From the broken fence, Freya and Sunara stepped forward, blocking his path. The dark haired woman held an oversized black hammer while the blue haired succubus held a white short sword in each hand.

  Trystan looked to Sunara, “We are taking you home.”

  Sunara laughed, “I am home you fool! Go back to your college before it’s a smoking crater.”

  Freya stepped forward, “It’s over Trystan. You cannot fight us. Surrender and take your place as my pet. This will be your last chance.”

  Trystan turned his eyes to Freya and gave an amused smirk, “I don’t know why I was afraid of you. You’re a pathetic weak person. You snared me with sex and tried to keep me with fear. You messed with my life because you could never own up to your own. I feel sorry for you but I won’t dwell on it for too long. Your dead to me, dust on the wind.”

  Trystan held Gwen tightly to him, “I know what true love is. Something your twisted black heart will never know.”

  Freya’s brow twitched, “You loser! You fucking piece of garbage! I will make you eat every one of those words. I will make you scream every night as I have you beaten to within an inch of your life. You are property and I own you,” Freya hissed.

  “Leave master alone!” A voice screamed from above.

  Freya turned her eyes to see Kira land feet from her with scaled fists raised, “Master is not yours! He is his own man! How could I ever have called you mother!”

  Freya gave a wicked grin, “Put your hands down.”

  Kira’s arms shook and she put her hands. Eyes filled with tears, she looked to Freya with weak disdain.

  “I can still control you, daughter. I don’t know what nonsense he has put into that pretty head of yours but that will stop soon enough. You…,” Freya’s eyes widened.

  Behind Kira, Quintin reared up with a lightning charge in his open maw. The shadow mage pulled every shadow around her until it formed a protective ball. The winged serpent roared as a lightning bolt streaked forth and slammed into Freya’s shadow barrier. Blue lighting split the barrier in half and sent the short shadow mage into the stone steps.

  Freya growled as steam rose from her body. Black wings spread out before her. Before the shadow mage could utter a word, a scaled fist punched her in the jaw. Kira was on top of her, punching and crying, keeping Freya from recovering to counter attack.

  “You evil woman! I won’t let you hurt my master!” Kira shouted through tears as she pummeled the shadow mage.

  Freya managed a word of power, blasting the dragon woman off her. Quintin slithered up next to Kira as she moved to her feet. The winged serpent and dragon woman eyed the shadow mage as she stood up, blood trickling from her lip.

  “You can’t take both of us on,” Kira said with a sardonic grin.

  “I created you and now I must destroy you,” Freya said with madness in her eyes.

  The shadow mage bolted forward while Kira and Quintin launched themselves at her. Magical energies exploded as the three went at each other like starving wolves, wanting their pound of flesh.

  Trystan took a step forward when Sunara pointed her blades.

  “Far enough,” The succubus said with a blank expression.

  Trystan looked to the succubus with kindness, “You are still my friend. I will do anything I can to save you.”

  “I don’t need saving. I’m right where I want to be,” Sunara sneered.

  “You want to commit genocide? You want to follow this evil path?” Trystan took another step forward.

  “You will not sway me from the true path. Humans are a disease. You will not change my mind,” The succubus said coldly.

  Trystan took another step, “When the time comes, will you cut off my head? Will you be the last person I see before I die?”

  Sunara’s eyes looked to the side and then back to Trystan, “If I must.”

  Trystan shook his head, “You never killed anyone in your life. How can you think that following that mad man up there will give you the courage to kill any human? Come home with us.”

  Sunara’s arms trembled as she pointed her swords, “I will do right by my people. I will save them and bring them back to the ways of the first kingdom. We will no longer be your sex slaves!”

  Trystan gazed into Sunara’s eyes, “If you hate humanity so much then there is nothing I can do to change your mind, but you will have to kill me first and I won’t go down without a fight.”

  Shadows covered Sunara’s eyes, “Then so be it. Your death with be first of many in the coming war.”

  The succubus bended her knees and launched herself at Trystan. The mage moved the water streaming around him to meet with the succubus. White swords clashed on cold ice, mana sparks flying.

  Aznara moved away from Jenny. The librarian reached out with shaky hands to her familiar. Jaka’s chest moved but his skin was blackened and burned. The librarian pulled him close, cradling him in her arms. The manticore managed a small purr as his breathing labored.

  The succubus looked to Jenny and her familiar. Vossa stepped in close as arrows whizzed overhead. Aznara turned to her own familiar with sad eyes and then looked over the side of the cracked wall. Sunara slashed out with white swords, clashi
ng against Trystan’s ice barriers.

  “Vossa, stay with Jenny and protect them. I have to save my sister,” Aznara said as she stood up.

  Aznara stood up and gazed at the battles below. With a thought, red wings appeared and folded outward. With wings spread, the succubus knelt down and jumped into the air. Gliding, she controlled her descent, eyes on her rookery sister. Sunara never heard the silent succubus until she was close. Turning with wide eyes, Aznara slammed her shoulder into the blue haired succubus and sent her crashing to the floor.

  “You are coming home with us!” Aznara shouted at her fallen sister.

  Sunara stared up with wide confused eyes, “Wings? How did you get wings? We haven’t had wings in thousands of years.”

  Aznara smiled, “Times are changing.”

  An orc pointed a crossbow at Aznara’s back. A nearby incubus grabbed at the crossbow and forced it down. The orc gave the demon a sideways glance but the demon already started walking. Demons in the crowd stopped fighting the rats and turned to the succubus with wings.

  “She has wings!” One incubus said.

  “She is from the first kingdom!” A succubus shouted.

  “The king and queen are returning to their children!” Another succubus cried out.

  “We will be saved!” an incubus hissed with delight.

  Sunara glared at her rookery sister, rage exploding, “YOU CANNOT BE THE ONE WHO UNITES US! I WILL SAVE OUR PEOPLE!”

  Fire poured from Aznara’s hands and formed a red blade just as Sunara was on her feet and slashing upward. White and red swords clashed and rang out. Aznara moved with skill, parrying and dodging her sister’s attacks. Sunara’s face twisted in rage as she hacked and slashed with all her might. Aznara remained calm, blocking each blow as her blue haired sister screeched. When swords clashed, Sunara moved her face in close.