Magi Titus Novels & Stories

If that seemingly unassuming man was given such praise from Titus himself, he was definitely not one to be trifled with. Nonetheless, Mickus rubbed his swollen cheek and grumbled frustratedly under his breath, "But are we just supposed to let him strut?" "Certainly not. There are times when might doesn't make right." Titus clearly heard him and chuckled, pointing at his own head. "This is what does." Azar did a double take. "Hmm? Are you saying…?" "He has his weakness, and as for that…" Titus trailed off, chuckling again and leaving Azar and his son trading glances.

said Ditiori, embracing Maga, loving and forgiving, they were slow to anger each other. “Cursed be thee, pious Spirit who became a man, who trusts too much in human beings and depends on a mortal for his life,” Maga mocked her espoused, she was afraid he misinterpreted his piety as an affectation to their community. Ditiori placed his left hand under her head and his right hand embraced her and drew her close to him, rocking her back and forth and kissed her perspiring forehead and her lips like pomegranate. He caught the smell of her clothes. Her smell was like the smell of a meadow of lilies. She stirred up faintly. “Dit-i-o-ri—” Maga tried to speak but she was so weak. She weighed up

He looked terrified. "Your highness, my Lord, Sage, is here." He announced and just as he finished talking, he was struck and he fell dead. I gasped when I saw Sage entered with a smirk. "Nice to meet you again, Megan." Suzy's POV "What?" I gasped and hurriedly stood up from the bed. "What do you mean, mom?" I asked. "You are a reborn singer." She repeated what she had said. I'd called her to inform her about

The sub-city of Rome smelled of poverty, spices and despair. narrow alleys, halved insulas and the constant noise of people who tried to Civil war to survive. Marcus and Livia moved like shadows, the amulet by Lucius tightly around Livias' neck. It dampened her magic enough that spürzauber she did not immediately found. The old priest of Venus, a bowed man named Titus with milky eyes and gentle voice, expected it in a hidden basement under a

she croaked and her answer brought satisfaction in Viso. Titus wanted to smash his head with a hammer. What the hell was he seeing? His Capo ignored all the mess this girl was creating in his Capo's house and instead of punishing her, He was inviting her to live with him. Has someone done some black magic on his Capo? But then it was impossible to do it on the satan himself. Then what happened to the man who despised even a small stain on anything around him when He was sane? When He gets in one of his twisted insane moods, Blood is the only thing He craves.

"Find her. Use whatever resources you need. Bring me my daughter—alive and unharmed." The figure bowed slightly. "And the phoenix?" Titus's smile was terrible to behold. "Leave him to me. I've been studying the old ways, the forbidden magics. There are methods to bind even immortal creatures." As the figure retreated into the shadows, Titus turned his face to the sky once more. Stars glittered coldly above, indifferent to his plans. "Soon," he whispered to the night. "Soon the world will remember the name Blackwood, not as an Alpha, but as the most powerful being to walk Aetheria since the Great Wars. As a god. Their god."

Titus had been a construction worker, possibly an architect in his former life, which had run out about a hundred years ago from what Asteria knew. She saw him speaking to another wiry Vampire with short, curly black hair. As soon as Titus saw her coming, he turned, removed his hard hat, and held it in his work gloves in front of her. She’d thought it funny that he insisted on such protection when nothing could hurt him anymore but knew firsthand that old habits often die hard, miserable deaths.

“Titus’s territory, his people. They’ll be yours to protect going forward.” “You mean to kill–” “King Titus will never switch sides. He’s loyal to Morgathra, and when the time comes, I will kill him. Relay that message if you must.” “Is that a threat?” “His death is a promise, and in return for your loyalty, you will be king of not only Hightower, but your neighbors to the east, Rageworn. They will likely rejoice in having a new king, seeing as they are slaves to Titus and his witch handlers.”

"She loves you, mtanami. But grief… it cages some people." Rita nodded, swiping at a traitorous tear before it could fall. "I’m here," Gogo murmured. "Always." Rita barely made it ten steps into the school before Zach materialized at her side, his grin all sharp edges. "Rita," he purred, falling into step with her. "You’re looking particularly delicious today." She side-eyed him. "Do you hear yourself?" "Oh, darling, I’m very self-aware." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I just can’t help it. Your magic pulses. Like a heartbeat. It’s… intoxicating."

“Zane, I—“ But before I could apologize or just say anything else, Titus had walked up to me and pulled me by my shirt with a lot of force. “Where is she?!” He demanded, his grip on me tightening. I looked up at him, scared for my life. I had never seen him look so angry. The very few times that I met him, he always had a bright look on his face, especially when he was around his family. He was always smiling and laughing. Why was he so mad at me? What did I do for him to harbor so much hatred towards me? “A— Alpha Ti— Titus, p— please, I don’t— I don’t know what y— you’re talking a— about…” I shakingly answered.