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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 80

Tarquin hated to leave him like that, but Five was safe for now and he couldn’t afford to use up all his blood healing him. Not when there were other people he cared about. And the haldur were everywhere.

He’d been sure they’d lose this fight, but this wasn’t a battle so much as a massacre. Tarquin found Ainya on the plains outside the city wall, fighting with the broken remains of her battalion. The shields and watch soldiers were being slaughtered.

There were at least a thousand haldur, all but trampling each other in their lust to tear their prey apart, as inescapable as collectors coming for the dying.

Haldur loved the night. The night was theirs, and they swarmed like insects as the humans strained their eyes and cast spell after spell for light. Some of the unlucky haldur screamed and covered their eyes, but the lights also let them know which humans to kill first.