Gamagori X Mako Romane & Geschichten

He was the Supreme Commander of Gina's original pack, and her father's most dangerous warrior. Malakai was built like a mountain, his long black hair braided tightly with silver rings. But it was his eyes that made Gina’s blood run cold. They weren't wolf eyes—they were twin pools of endless, swirling cosmic purple. He possessed a rare, ancient magic that perfectly mimicked the celestial frequencies of the Moonborn. The moment Malakai’s gaze landed on Gina, his cosmic eyes turned completely pitch-black with a sudden, toxic obsession. He ignored Gabriel completely, his heavy boots crushing the dirt as he marched straight toward the steps where Gina stood.

Alpha Makahi, who was only half shift, ran jumped on a nearby table, leaped into the air, shifted fully into Maka, landed on the White tiger’s back, nhe used his teeth and claw trying to tear at the tiger's flesh, but the tiger's skin tuff. The white tiger’s flesh was almost impossible to break, all the wolves were attacking The White Tiger, but no one was causing any real damage. They were being thrown around like rag dolls by The White Tiger. The Makahi, Montego, and Blaze were the only ones that were causing some damage, but not enough to weaken the giant white tiger. The women had already grabbed Charms and was heading to the door. Soko, walked pass the women causally, before he stopped

We feel his power, his malice, beating once again with life as strong and vengeful as ever. “It’s time,” I utter, disappearing and reappearing at the edges of Invictus land. Isolde looks over, nodding in respect along with the other makkares spaced out for miles, each accompanied by a sanguidae, forming a circle around the entire pack far beyond where I can see them. I can see the magical link tying each sanguidae to their respective makkari, not only allowing the makkari to manipulate their senses but somewhat temper their craze. Not by much, but enough to be of use.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

​Si Marco Santillan. ​Ngunit hindi na ito ang lalaking nakilala ni Xander. Ang kalahati ng kanyang mukha ay pinalitan ng Synthetic Polymer na kulay itim, at ang kanyang kaliwang mata ay isang makinang nagliliyab sa pula. Ang bawat paggalaw niya ay naririnig ang tunog ng hydraulic pistons. ​"Marco..." bulong ni Xander, habang ang kanyang Phase-Shift Blade ay naglalabas ng asul na kuryente. "Pinatay kita. Pinanood kitang mawala sa pagsabog ng Aegis Core."

Or at least he’d be there to help her clean up her own blood. Slate must’ve finished his directions to the massive man who must’ve also been a dragon shifter at one time, before the Heart of Magic had been stolen from them. The rest of the crowd backed up, and Gator took a defensive stance. Since she hadn’t been listening to Slate when he was talking to the other dragon, she didn’t know for sure what was about to happen, until she utilized her mind’s eye and realized she was meant to attack this gigantic warrior.

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

Though I admit I’m not the leading expert on makkari magic, I can tell there is something off about this. For starters, it’s muted as if the owner were trying to cloak themselves, which confounds me because makkari cloaks don’t work against Gods. The other strange thing is that I detect no light or warmth. All makkari magic originates from the Goddess of Light, so the magic itself carries her light, but there is a darkness to this magic I’ve not encountered before. It’s like the scent of decay, but whatever is obscuring it from my sense is dull in its potency. Now my interest has been piqued. Just what kind of makkari is this? How are they able to replicate an eyti surge so perfectly to the

: “That is true,..but I’m not enjoying where your tone is at and how you’re acting right now, presently.” After Naraja heard that he ended up blocking one of the mysterious black human-like monsters left kick that left a relenting pain in Naraja’s forearms, then a proceeding of combos came after that: Left punch, right kick, and then the black human-like monster brought its right leg back to the ground effortlessly by centering its right foot into the ground, then turning the left-side of its’ hip to perform a one-hundred and eighty kick that connected with Naraja’s face that should have sent him flying backwards with a ton of force that would have killed Naraja in the process, but didn’t be