Magnar Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Magnus The world spun around me, a disorienting blur of sensations and memories. My body lay before me, possessed by the dark force of Gaius, the ancient sorcerer who had found a way to hijack my very essence. I hovered in the void, a mere spirit, a shadow of my former self, battling the oppressive presence that had taken root within my flesh. Each moment felt like an eternity; the struggle was relentless, the stakes unimaginably high. "Magnus, you can't win," Gaius's voice echoed within the confines of my mind, a sneering taunt that cut through my resolve. "This body is mine now. You are nothing but a ghost."

I couldn’t count all of them that quickly, but I thought there had to be about three dozen anyhow. “We came, Mage Jaye,” he said, his booming voice conjuring images of James Earl Jones in my mind. “Where is the threat you spoke of?” Mage Jaye’s laughing face fell apart as she looked around, her face turning as red as my hood, which I wasn’t wearing but wished I had had time to grab. “Well, it’s over now.” ‘What’s that?” He seemed a little perturbed, and by a little, I actually mean a lot.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

He looks familiar, but where have I seen him? In the magazines Ariana always keeps!! My subconscious yelled at me. No way! This is... Xavier Anderson! What's he doing here??

The feeling was so powerful and overwhelming that I had to lean over and clutch my stomach to gain control of what was my emotions and what belonged to the being generating the mass. He’s helping. I knew. Warlord had made it so dark that knights would have a hard time fighting us when all they could see was night. Magus spun his head to look back at me and I saw his eyes were glowing, like fireflies in a forest. But green. Magus stepped past us and was scanning the wall along the castle in such a way, that I could tell he could see in the dark as clearly as if it were daylight right now. I’ve never seen a mage do that.

But if anyone makes a move toward me. I knew he’d spring into action faster than I could draw a breath. “What would he want with Vanna Rae?” “Another way to control her brother.” “My brother?” I yelped. “Which one?” That made my mates all twist to look at me. “Warlord...” Magnus supplied. “We know who he is.” Racer murmured. “That man is no friend to wolves.” “You’re mistaken.” Magnus sobered more than I’d ever seen him. “He’s a slave to King Detry.”

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.

Morgan exited the room immediately, calling on some soldiers on his way out. Right from the throne room, I could hear some noise coming from the group of soldiers outside. "Megan, this might be a little bit difficult for you," Morgana began. "Considering the fact that this is your first war." I nodded. "But I'm sure you'll do well. You have to. The safety of everything lies on this." "I understand." I assured her with a smile. "We have neither the band nor the ring. But we have a plan and here is the plan." She said as she led me to a mapstand. I stared at the ancient map laid out on the huge and enormous table.

She unwittingly put her fingers to her lips and smiled. “Whatever,” Nick turned to go to his bedroom, “Just wait, I know Drago better than anyone, and he doesn’t play,” Before she could ask him what he meant, the doorbell rang. Adam was on the balcony playing with Thor, ignoring it. “Thanks a lot,” Madchen muttered as she opened the door. There he stood, Drago, in his green scrubs, oozing sexy. He smiled, and pushed past her, sauntering into the kitchen.Madchen followed blindly, as if he were pulling her.deep emerald eyes held her captive as he stared her down.

the man shrugged as he finally stood up from the floor and settled on leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest. "Would now be a good time to mention that he's the son of Alpha Martin?" I asked smugly. "That means nothing." "Oh. That means everything. He has Alpha blood in him and not just any Alpha blood, some of the most powerful Alpha blood going. He could snap your neck without even shifting," I replied with a smirk and his expression suddenly went from one of being completely smug to looking absolutely petrified in a matter of seconds.