Magneto Magda Novels & Stories

, I said standing tall straighten my shoulders, I could see Damien in the back shaking his head, he already knew I had the shield up. "You cant handle my best shot", Maggie replied with a smug look. "If you say so, try me", I said hugging my shoulders. "Ich fordere die macht der dunklen magie im inneren auf, sich zu entwickeln, Asche zu Asche, staub zu staub bringen dieses madchen zu bode, wo sie herkam", (I called on the power of the dark magic inside to come forward, Ashes to ashes, dust to dust return this girl to the ground where she came from)Maggie chanted, the air around us changed, I looked at her while she was chanting, her eyes closed and she was focus, but I knew nothing will happ

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

She was uncomfortable when talking about her heart. Kei nodded understandingly. Now Freddy and Shima's problem is not a big deal. But the existence of strange creatures that became hot news all over the city of Livre de magia !! Does this really have anything to do with the devil monster in the dark moon in magic history two hundred years ago ?! If so .. What do we need to do? Only a magician is able to defeat the creature.

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 begun sliding towards the doors, smashing through whatever was on its way, the undead knights were still at the entrance so they had nowhere to hide. The heavy steel banquet table rammed i

I was attractive enough, but fading and content with it. Doctor Scott was correct. My neck was in a bad way. Two ragged rows of spider-like black stitches ran down my neck. Smaller wounds were mending on their own here and there. But it wasn't that that made me gasp. The lady in the mirror was no more than twenty-four years old, and she was much more than merely attractive. Her hair had a stunning white color. Not blonde; pure, snow white with silver flecks here and there. She was skinny, with barely an ounce of fat on her. And what about her face? There isn't a single wrinkle. It couldn't be me; even the childhood scar on my forehead had vanished.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

God I fucking love this woman. “That’s not necessary, Maddie. I can protect myself.” She rolls her eyes, with a groan. “Tell me about it, but these assholes insist on it. I have magic as well and Sophie and Clara are both fighters, where Sophie is one of our head trainers. But we have guards as a precaution and status symbol.” She says, making both Aslan and Ezra holler in indignation. Maddie laughs, with me and Balder whereas Lillianna cracks a smile. I look at her.

“Come in already, you lucky girl! I’m dying of curiosity here.” They hugged tightly; Dafne planted a loud kiss on Maitê’s cheek and pulled her inside. “Sit, sit. The lasagna is nice and hot, the grape juice is cold, and I’ve already cleared my entire evening schedule for you to spill everything about the Magnate.” Maitê laughed and sat down. “You don’t waste any time, do you?” “Never when the subject is a rich, gorgeous man who gives you a diamond ring.” Dafne served her a generous slice of lasagna. “Eat and talk. Start with the basics: Does that five-o’clock shadow feel good when it scratches?”

I asked, approaching her cautiously. “Yes,” she replied, glancing around nervously. “I needed to speak with you alone. There are things you should know about Master Thiago and this mansion.” I felt a surge of urgency. “What is it?” Magda took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of fear and determination. “Master Thiago isn’t just a powerful businessman. He has connections that go beyond legal boundaries—illegal operations, blackmail, and more. The forbidden door isn’t just a vault; it’s a repository for his darkest fetish. If those were to be exposed, his empire would crumble.”

I smell her arousal, she can't hold back anymore. "My love, what are you doing here? Dinner will be served shortly. Are Peter and your father back yet?" I ask her. Slowly she comes to stand in front of me and when I look up, I am startled by what I get to see. Magda is wearing one of the bold Victoria's Secret creations she bought last time. When I saw her packing it, I already knew the days of my self-control were numbered. Magda would use her femininity to win me over. And that is precisely what she is preparing now.