Magcon Imagines Fight Novels & Stories

None of us know the fate of the future so we just do what we can to fight for as long as we can. “Is there a reason your captor is fighting with us, Luna?” The man I assume is Gregor asks Rome, fighting side by side with Monty. He glares at Monty for a moment before turning back to his victim, killing him with a single-clawed blow, severing his head from his body.

Anne Jenner goes half a year, you go half a year? Magnus: It's not a matter of being a Huu family, you don't have to worry about going anywhere. Recently, the Magnus family corporation had a civil war to the point of chipping his forehead, Magnus had to temporarily put aside his military science and technology project to plan and prepare to fight a fierce battle with those old demons.

“We’ve got a message from Azrael himself! This fight tonight is in honor of the magnificent, the vicious, the well-endowed, Casimir!” I hid my snickering behind my fist. If Casimir were here tonight, which I suspected he was, that would certainly get his attention. At first, I hadn’t the faintest clue that my opponent would be an actual manticore. The rare shifter species was vicious and blood thirsty at the best of times, something we had in common. The announcer declared the single, solitary rule that we could either fight in our human form or beast form, before sending a blast of crackling magic into the air, signaling the beginning of the fight.

The ring shuddered. Kenji blocked instinctively, but Lennox wasn't fighting to win—he was fighting to make a point. Within a minute, Kenji was on the floor. Not hurt, but clearly defeated. Lennox didn't help him up. He simply turned away: "Diego. You're next." "You serious?" Diego asked, but he was already moving toward the ropes. Just then, Marcus entered the room. "For fuck's sake..." he muttered, rubbing his forehead. "Didn't even get to my coffee, and it's already a ring war?"

“How’s the leg?” “Fine.” She looked at me the way she looked at things she didn’t believe but had decided not to push on yet. “Okay.” She reached over and broke off a piece of Maekynzie’s abandoned funnel cake without asking. Maekynzie didn’t look up. “The second one’s supposed to be better.” “Tinsley thinks the cinematography is going to redeem the franchise.” “I said it has potential,” Tinsley said, without turning around. “Which is different.”

She knew fighting them will result in serious injuries sustained by herself and she didn’t want that. There was no commotion made by the warriors as they watched the fight, it was like they didn’t want anyone stopping them until it was too late for Melanie. The warriors were scratching and biting her from all sides. All she could do was to defend herself. But it was proving to be difficult and so, Melanie decided to deal with the one in front of her, at least injure him enough to keep him down while she deals with the others.

Since we've been attacked, it's always in very large groups of at least twenty rogues. "There is only one way to find out." I say. "Oh yeah?" "Yes. We'll ask them." "Wait, what? Saph!" Before he can stop me, I come out of my hiding place and walk around them without them seeing me. I can vaguely hear Cop mumbling "crazy" or "bullshit". When I arrive on the other side, I signal to Cop so we can attack them from both sides at the same time. We both jump on the rogue closest to us. While I fight with mine, Cop has already cut the head of his opponent with his sword.

He was shocked too but after a second, he went back to his normal state. He approached his office chair and sat. He looked at me then smirked. "What a small world Clark Clarkson..." "Penniless?" he mocked and chuckled while staring at my face. The man in front of me was no other than Mr. Montenegro. The man who was chasing Magda before in the club. The day I saved Magda from him. I remembered the words I said, like threatening him to pull out his shares in our car company. I shut my eyes and then open them again.

she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table b

Mogra's presence, unmistakable, closer and angrier than I had ever felt her. She wasn't here for the pack. She was here for him. I didn't decide to move. My body simply moved, faster than thought, faster than the eighteen years of training that had built me for exactly this moment and never once prepared me for which side of it I'd end up standing on. Kade was already fighting, claws out, blood already streaking his side, and Mogra bore down on him with a wave of shadow that would have taken his head off if I hadn't thrown myself between them, magic tearing out of me in a burst I didn't bother to contain.