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

by Eden Redd

  Trystan and his familiars backed off. Undead soldiers moved from behind while his friends stepped toward him. The place was getting crowded. Mage and his familiars formed a triangle, their backs to each other.

  “Master?” Bella asked, knowing this might be the end.

  “We will find a way out of this,” Trystan said unsure exactly how they were going to do it.

  “Calm yourself Trystan. This is no fight to the bitter end. Come to me so we may speak,” The Dead Mother sang.

  The horde at her feet parted. The dead closing in moved to the side and stood at attention. Trystan’s friends moved with outstretched arms, urging him to move closer to the Dead Mother. Not seeing a way out, Trystan turned to his familiars and put a hand on each of their shoulders.

  “I think we don’t have a choice. Stay close to me,” Trystan whispered.

  Sylk and Bella lowered their arms. The blue mage started walking down the open path to the throne. The slime and siren were close behind, eyeing the dead as they stood motionless. When they reached the small stone steps leading to the throne, Trystan looked up.

  “Isn’t this much better, now we can talk like normal people,” The Dead Mother smiled.

  “I don’t understand what is happening. How do you know my name? Why have you sent the dead into the city?”

  The Dead Mother sat back in her throne, “You are the center to my plans. One mage who can make my wishes come true. You should be honored.”

  “There is no honor in what you’re doing. People have been hurt….” Trystan looked to Sunara as she watched them from her chains, “….and abducted.”

  The Dead Mother kept her eyes on the blue mage, “Such an honorable mage, then what I will ask of you will test that honor. I require you to run two errands and then I will release your friends.”

  Trystan turned to see Nia, Reeko and Aznara march to the wall with Sunara. Some of the dead moved with them. Dusty chains rattled as one by one they were chained to the wall next to Sunara. The blue haired succubus struggled but the skeleton with the blade held it closer to her neck.

  “Don’t hurt them,” Trystan said menacingly.

  “Don’t make me hurt them,” The Dead Mother smirked.

  Trystan was quiet for a moment, “I will do anything you ask but please tell me why you’re doing this?”

  The pale woman put a finger to the side of her face and peered down at the mage, “I would have told you anyway but very well. You hold a particular position that may help me with a small quest. I have been searching for a way to access the Libro Nocte.”

  Trystan’s eyes widened. The Dead Mother smiled and continued, “I see you know about the book. It is a strange object, known to disappear and reappear in different locations. Right now, it resides hidden in a vault in the great Stukarr Library. No one can possess the book because it will randomly appear elsewhere.”

  “I saw the book in my nightmares.”

  “Yes, that was my doing as well. Do you know how easy it is for my ghostly servants to affect a living person’s dreams? My servants have combed the city searching for information and when they saw that you worked at the library, I knew this was my chance.”

  “There are dozens of people who work there, why me?”

  The Dead Mother let out a wicked laugh, “Because you are the only one who will have a chance to reach the vault. The Mistress Librarian is far too powerful to be fooled by simple possession and the guardian statues stopped my attempt to take the library by force. That leaves me with you. Jenny Warg is attracted to you. You will use that to get into the vault.”

  “Why this book?” Trystan could feel dread creep further into his heart.

  “There is a specific spell I require and we will leave it at that. Even down here I can sense the book will disappear soon. I’m running out of time and I need it tonight.”

  “You said there was something else?”

  The Dead Mother’s expression soured and eyes burned with dismal fire, “You will bring Fredrick Hart to me. I want him here so he can kneel before me before I have my children chop off his head.”

  “Professor Hart?” Trystan wasn’t sure how he fit into this.

  “Yes. The professor owes me many things and one of them is an explanation. You will contact him and bring him here. If anyone else accompanies you or there is some kind of trickery, all your friends will die painfully.”

  The Dead Mother stood up, “And it won’t stop there. I will raise them and torture them for as long as I wish. Time has no hold on the dead. The tunnels down here are endless and you will never find me or your friends again!”

  “Professor Hart will know something is wrong. He won’t listen to me unless I tell him what is happening. He may ignore me and bring others.”

  The Dead Mother smiled, “Tell him the name ‘Vanessa Shroud’. I’m sure he will remain silent. He will sprint down here once he hears that name and then your part in all of this will be complete.”

  A ghost faded into view next to the Dead Mother, “I will need to ensure this is done as quickly as possible. Santiago will be joining you to watch your progress.”

  Trystan clenched his hands into fists, “No good can come of this. I will get the spell from the Libro Nocte but I cannot bring Professor Hart to you.”

  “Bargaining to the end, you have a strong spirit but even you will do as I say,” The Dead Mother looked to Sunara.

  The skeleton with the sword to her neck stepped away. Several corpses stepped out of the crowd with something gray in their decaying hands.

  “I said I wouldn’t hurt them so I will make sure to pleasure them. Succubi have such a high tolerance to bliss and pain. I wonder, how long can the blue haired one keep going before passing out?”

  Trystan looked to the undead hands and saw they were carrying detached stone male phalluses. One moved closer to the struggling succubus and grabbed her dress. A tearing sound echoed through the throne room. Chains rattled and Sunara watched helplessly as her dress was torn to shreds. Dead hands touched Sunara’s naked skin, caressing and fondling her. Trystan watched horrified as the dead crowded around but left enough room so he could see. The succubus let out a small cry as one of the dead pressed a thick stone cock between her legs. A hand curled around her leg and pulled it open while another hand pressed the head of the stone cock to her opening. Sunara gasped as she looked up, her cheeks burning bright.

  “I don’t know how long she will last but once she passes out, Nia will be next. Then we will work through the rest of your friends. I suggest you hurry.”

  The Dead Mother returned to the throne. Picking up a small device, she held it up. The floating ghost reached out and took the cell phone. Gliding down to the mage, Santiago passed it to him.

  “Take a picture of the spell I require. Santiago will tell you which spell when you’re in the vault.”

  Another gasp echoed through the hall as Sunara pushed her hips out, eyes on the stone cock. A hunger had taken over and she wanted nothing but pleasure. Trystan knew time was passing and he needed to go. Eyes moved to Nia. The fire mage stared out at nothing, oblivious to anything around her. The same was happening in Aznara and Reeko’s eyes. Vossa stood by, watching everything but not moving. She had not returned to her mistress’s skin.

  “The vampire is under my control. She is not strong enough to challenge my power,” The Dead Mother laughed.

  Trystan gave one last look to Nia. Turning he walked back the way he came. The Dead Mother sat back down on her throne. Sunara cried out again as hard stone pushed its way in. Wetness dripped down along the shaft and the succubus’s eyes started to cross. Another was pushed into her mouth and the succubus sucked on it.

  The mage tried to push it all way. He knew he had to hurry. Sylk and Bella gave somber looks to each other as they turned to mist and returned to their master’s skin. Another cry of ecstasy and Trystan picked up the pace, reaching the mouth of the tunnel. He gritted his teeth as he was swallowed up by the dark tunnel to the sed
uctive cries of a succubus.

  Twelve

  Trystan stood in front of the Stukarr Library. A cold wind caressed his face as he pulled out his cell phone. The mage could feel the presence of the ghost Santiago but he could not see him. The ghost had led him through a labyrinth of tunnels right to the very opening where the first horde of dead emerged. Now the mage had to contact Mistress Jenny in the middle of the night and get this terrible deed over with.

  The Stukarr library was open 24 hours a day but the mage had no idea if she would be there. Standing by the door, the mage dialed and put the phone to his ear. It rang twice before Jenny picked up.

  “Trystan? Why are you calling in the middle of the night?”

  The mage thought of Nia when he spoke, “I was thinking of you. I didn’t like how we left off last time. I wanted to know if we could see each other.”

  “Now? Curfew is in place. I’m one of the few people who have authority to move around the city at night. Could I come to you?”

  Trystan thought fast, “No, please let me come to you. I have been cooped up at the dorm for too long. Where are you?”

  Jenny was silent for a moment, “I’m at the library. Since I’m the only one with authority I was asked by the Lord Mayor to spend the night here to ensure it was protected. You can try and come to me but I’m not sure how you will get here without being stopped.”

  Trystan opened the main door and slipped in. The familiar smell of books caressed his senses and calmed his beating heart. Jenny looked up from the main desk and put her phone down. A playful smirk appeared as her hand went to her hair. Sprucing herself up in the moment, she left through the side door of the desk and stopped. The mistress librarian crinkled her nose a bit and began looking around.

  “Is someone here with you?”

  Trystan closed the distance between them with determined steps. Hands reaching out, the mage took hold of her waist and pressed his lips to hers. The librarian’s eyes went wide before falling to half closed. Trystan pressed his tongue to her lips, forcing them open and slipping passed them. The mage had to think of something quick or she may have noticed the ghost hanging around him. Jenny’s shoulders relaxed and her own hands snaked around Trystan’s waist.

  Breaking away, Jenny took a deep breath as heat rushed to her cheeks, “I knew there was a connection,” The librarian whispered.

  Trystan let the image of Nia sink into his mind’s eye as he talked, “Since I first saw you I knew I had to be with you. I think about you all the time.”

  Jenny smiled as her temperature went up, “You don’t have to think about me anymore. I knew we both felt something. I tried to fight it and be professional but something about you just sets my world on fire.”

  “I’m sorry for the way I acted,” Trystan said genuinely.

  “No need to be sorry. After I thought about it, it felt like you were just playing hard to get,”Jenny smiled and pushed her large chest into Trystan’s.

  “Can we go someplace a little more private? You mentioned the vaults before.”

  Jenny nodded enthusiastically, “Oh, that’s a great idea! Sometimes the magistrates come in to check on me so we should go someplace where we can be alone.”

  The librarian took Trystan’s hand and led him to the main stairwells. When they reached the top of the stairs, Jenny stopped and looked around. Trystan could tell she was sensing Santiago as he floated nearby. The librarian was about to say something when the ghost slithered into Trystan’s body. Energy lit up nerves and quickly died down. The mage could feel Santiago was here with him in his head but the ghost made himself small and took residence deep in his mind. The feeling was unnerving and oddly familiar but Jenny stopped looking around and shrugged.

  Keep to the task.

  Trystan heard the words in his mind with a thick accent. Jenny pulled at the mage and they descended the stairs. The pair reached the lower depths. Torches lit up in their presence, chasing away the chill. Trystan looked around. He had been to the vault floor only once when he first started and it still oozed with creepy vibrations. Gray stone walls and cobblestone floor greeted them. Thick metal doors lined the walls and various stone statues were placed in between each door.

  Jenny was humming as she pulled Trystan along. The mage looked to each statue. Some were of mighty warriors and beautiful women. While others were grotesque monsters with claws raised and mouths twisted into snarls. Torches lit up the further they walked down the hall. The mage looked to the numbers on each of the vault doors.

  Vault 242.

  “I love coming down here. The place glows with forbidden knowledge. I like to come down here to get away from it all, sitting in a room and reading ancient works,” Jenny said in a whimsical tone.

  Jenny gave Trystan a wicked glance, “And sometimes I come down here to let off some steam as well, if you understand my meaning.”

  Trystan made a half smile. Ghostly strings made him have a bigger smile. The mage could feel he was losing some control of his body. Jenny didn’t notice as she eyed him like a piece of meat.

  “I have only been down here once. Vault 242 was interesting,” Trystan said not believing she would even take him there.

  “Vault 242, you read my mind. It is my favorite place down here. It is very cozy and the guardians like when I visit.”

  Trystan tried to hide his nervousness. He didn’t know there were guardians guarding the vault. If they sense the ghost inside him then they might attack to protect the vault. The mage mentally prepared spells if anything got out of hand. Knowing he had filled water bottles in his robe, the mage was ready to use them.

  After a few twists and turns, the pair had reached Vault 242. Two stone gargoyles were perched on stone blocks. Standing in front of them, Trystan readied himself. The gargoyles were still for moments. The sound of stone against stone reached their ears and both gargoyles turned their heads slightly in their direction. Eye’s glowed and wings shifted slightly. Nervous energy turned to fear. These are ancient guardians and there was no way he could take them. Power radiated from the stone monsters and claws moved.

  “He’s with me boys,” Jenny said.

  The gargoyles stopped moving and returned to their former perched stances, their power fading away. Jenny put her hand on the door and a thick lock clicked open. Pushing on the door, it silently opened. Trystan didn’t know he was holding his breath and let it out.

  Jenny pulled him in, “You seem nervous.”

  “Not nervous, just excited,” Trystan lied.

  The librarian’s eyes lit up, “I’m excited too, very excited.”

  The door closed behind them. Looking around, the vault was small. Books lined stone shelves, making the room a perfect square. In the middle of the room were an old oak table and one chair. The air was still and cool.

  Jenny turned and faced Trystan, a finger twirling into a lock of blonde hair. Wanting eyes dripped with lust as she gazed at the mage. Leaning against the table, the librarian stuck her chest out, inviting the mage to her.

  Trystan was frozen. The librarian ran a hand down over her knee length skirt. Reaching the bottom, she pulled it up just enough to show more thigh.

  “We don’t have to play games anymore. Down here we can be ourselves. I promise I won’t tell anyone as long as we keep it between us. Show me how much you want me,” Jenny whispered.

  “Jenny…I….” Trystan wasn’t sure he could do it.

  The librarian lifted her skirt more, letting delicate fingers slid up her inner thigh. Another hand pulled up the skirt to reveal her womanhood. Trystan stared as fingers ran along the thin slit, blonde curly hair surrounding it. Deep shuddering breaths rose up Jenny’s throat as she touched herself.

  “Show me your cock. I want to see it,” Jenny commanded with a seductive whisper.

  Trystan was about to back off when his own hands went to his robe and opened it. Fingers were moving of their own accord as he undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. Trystan watched helplessly as he
reached down and pulled out his hardening member.

  Jenny rubbed herself, eyes on him, “Yes. Momma likes. Stroke it for me.”

  Trystan began stroking himself. The librarian started to rub herself faster, fingers touching her nub and small moans filling the room. The mage felt he was behind a glass door, seeing everything but unable to do anything. With long strokes he put on a show for his boss and she was enjoying it.

  Jenny’s thighs parted as her fingers worked herself into frenzy. Hips moving, she kept her bottom pressed against the table edge. The librarian bit her lip as warmth pooled between her legs and wet sounds filled the tiny room. Pleasure rolled up the mage’s body but his mind was still in shock.

  You remember how this feels? How it felt when we took Nia. She liked it just like Jenny likes it. Keep going and don’t stop. When the time is right I will leave to retrieve the spell for the Dead Mother.

  Trystan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The night he took Nia he wasn’t in control of his body. This ghost was forcing nightmares and taking over his body. Paralyzed with this knowledge, the mage let his robe fall off his shoulders, stroking his member to his boss.

  Moans grew louder as Jenny rubbed her clit. Wetness dripped down her inner thigh and she became feverish. Pinkness filled her cheeks and neck. The mage was rock hard and trapped watching Jenny getting closer to climax.

  “Don’t….stop…almost…there….” Jenny said while taking moaning breaths.

  Hips bucking, the librarian let out a deep high-pitched moan. Nerves coiled and exploded as the woman rubbed herself furiously. The mage felt his own cock stiffen and Jenny whined like an animal in heat. Fingers pulling away from her womanhood, hands grabbed at her suit top and pulled it open. Buttons flew in several directions and Jenny made animalistic growls. Trystan’s eyes shifted and senses reached out. The mage knew then that Jenny was no normal human. Streams of mana pulsed up and down her body. Heaving, the librarian ripped her bra off, pointed pink nipples erect on large round breasts.