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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+
Not enough ratings
97 Chs

Chapter 7

The haldur heard them and whirled.

Ainya drew her sword, turning Southwind sideways so she could face the haldur with her sword arm. “Off! Get off!” she yelled at Tarquin, but before he could move, she shoved him off Southwind’s back.

She’d done it to save him, he knew, which didn’t mean he appreciated it. He could tell by the distant pain he’d hurt himself—again—but was currently too busy to notice how. His cloak kept dragging at him, so he used Ainya’s knife to slice through the collar instead of taking the time to unclasp it.

Ainya wasn’t dead yet, but that was only because the haldur was squinting in the hearth lights and kept missing her. This one was also too stupid to kill Southwind, so it just kept losing bits of flesh as Ainya hacked at it. It was so big it barely seemed to notice the blood pouring from its many wounds. Now Tarquin knew where the puddle came from.