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Blood for Magic

Twenty-year-old Tarquin is smart, tactless, and braver than he knows. He's also been Mage of the Realm of Kelor for two years, taking the title from his mother after she died protecting Kelor from a terrible threat.<br><br>Mages, unlike all other magicians, give their blood in exchange for far more powerful magic. Unfortunately for the Mage of the Realm, there's always the chance one day Kelor will need magic of such potency that a mage will have to give not just their blood, but their life. Tarquin's mother already made this sacrifice, and Tarquin knows it's likely also his fate.<br><br>While on a quest to heal his brother, who is dying because of Tarquin's reckless mistake, Tarquin is attacked by a horrific, flesh-eating monster. He's saved by an enigmatic and mute young soldier, called "Five", who is cursed with a terrifying appearance that conceals the heart of a knight. There's an almost instant attraction between the two men, but no time to explore it. The monster's attack is the harbinger of a new invasion.<br><br>With Kelor helpless, the realm's only hope lies with Tarquin. Just as he feared, his sole choice is to sacrifice himself the way his mother did, in exchange for magic strong enough to destroy the coming evil. He's prepared to give up his life to save the realm, but before the battle is over, he'll be faced not just with his own death, but the death of everyone he cares about.<br><br>Including the cursed soldier he's come to love.

Aundrea Singer · LGBT+
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97 Chs

Chapter 46

The cold didn’t help, but the wyvern flapping carelessly over the city did.

Wyverns preferred large open spaces for hunting, which Kel definitely wasn’t. But the beast was up so high, Tarquin could only see its belly, and wyverns also preferred twilight, when it wasn’t too bright for their eyes. It probably wasn’t searching for prey, then. Most likely going south, like the wyvern he’d seen with Ainya near Ensi-Var. Tarquin wished the wyvern a good journey before the kintara’s weapons likely tore it out of the sky.

Tarquin shut the window and quickly dragged on a fresh set of leggings. Feeling marginally more ready for the day, he put back on his belt, grimacing at how the sheath was still empty. He really needed to make a new one.