Magolor Without Hood Novels & Stories

Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left. … "I just went to park, and you guys are not going to believe this. There's a Rolls-Royce in the lot." Sebastian Cross, the loudest and most troublesome person in our class back then, burst into the private room and announced it at the top of his lungs. Since we were the only customers in the restaurant today, everyone stopped their small talk at the same time and started guessing. "Okay, who's the big shot hiding in our class? Zachary, don't tell me it's yours."

"Show yourself!" A cackling laugh echoed from the rotting rafters above, sounding like dry leaves scraping across a fresh grave. From the deep shadows of the corner, Morana shrouded in greasy, tattered black robes materialized. Her face remained completely hidden beneath a heavy cowl, but her hands extended into the faint moonlight—long, skeletal fingers tipped with sharp, yellowed nails.

"I can show you the premium line myself." Treasure steps back, her eyes narrowing into two thin slits. She does not say a word, but the air around her grows instantly colder. The temperature in the aisle drops two degrees. A faint smell of ozone cuts through the pine scent of the shop. Witch magic. It is faint, but it is there, warning me of the storm brewing behind her ribs. "The premium line has extra suspension," Mallory says, leaning over the nearest handle bar. She shifts her shoulders, deliberately angling her chest toward me. The top two buttons of her uniform blouse strain against the fabric. "It is perfect for strong hands."

Beatrix is a pretty woman, no use denying the fact; pale, with sheets of long black hair, and dark brown eyes that hold a smirk in them. “Attack!” She screams, and her spell casters begin to throw their magic around. Morrigan and I had gotten separated at this point during the run to get to the field, I need to find her. Morrigan, where are you? I mind link her. On my way, just let everyone know we’ll be having…guests…of the undead variety. She shuts down her link to me and I can’t help but wonder what she means by “the undead.” I no sooner ponder the question when I see what could only be described as zombies shuffling their way to the battlefield. The fighting seems to calm for a moment, e

She was more nervous than usual, which she attributed to Arthur's presence. The lights in the club were turned off and the screen was turned on. A woman with long black hair down to her waist, olive skin, and natural makeup appeared on the screen. She was dressed only in a dark robe that made it seem as if she was wearing nothing else. Only a necklace with the large pendant of a bow adorned her neck. It was not only sensuality that was present in her, but elegance as well. And that was really what Morgana's message was. The simple could be elegant as well.

Arnold explained. We arrived at a black door with a bunch of photos of models from magazines glued all over it. A pale red-haired woman appeared and opened the door and smiled. She was aware at once, she spotted me at once and looked straight into my eyes saying nothing. "Can I play dress up for your shadow hunter?!" she almost shouted at Arnold. “Well, hello to you too sister. This is Magnus Jordan and Magnus, this is Moonlight Jade. I would have just asked for clothes for him, but I guess if he's alright with it. Sure go ahead,” Arnold looked at me with a sorry look.

“Why are you here?!” My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. I stared at him, breathless. He had fastened the hood of his robe, but unlike other mysterious mages, he didn’t let it cover most of his face. Beneath the white hood, slightly curled red bangs stood out vividly. His eyes were always bright—so bright that they felt almost transparent, as if nothing could be hidden from them. “Other than waging war… and seeing you, what else do you think I’d come for?”

“WHY HAVEN’T YOU BEEN ANSWERING YOUR PHONE?” I glanced at her lazily, raising one brow. “Because I’m saving the world, one community space sketch at a time.” Margo dropped down beside me, somehow managing to sit cross-legged with a weird kind of glamor that still looked graceful, even on the dusty library floor. Her hair was piled up in a messy-chic bun, oversized sunglasses perched on top of her head despite the indoor setting, and she wore her signature maroon leather jacket that always made her look like a ‘90s girlband manager.

Fur skins were placed around the empty ground, acting as rudimentary seating. Morag was sat on one such fur skin. How she had managed to settle herself onto the ground was something that I did not wish to think about. But she seemed unaware of her primitive surroundings. “Sit.” She commanded whilst stirring a smaller cauldron over the fire, and then ladling out the contents into a plain terracotta style mug. Handing it to me, she repeated the process, and settled back into her seated position. Her own steaming mug in hand. “It’s tea.” She remarks, watching me curiously as I sniff the concoction she handed me. “It will not harm you.” As if to prove her point, she takes a long sip of her own d

I wasn't the only one. Selene stopped in her tracks and turned my way, her face pinched in concern. The boys stood and immediately surrounded her, keeping her within their tight circle. Something was coming our way. Cassius, Magnus, and Ares jogged over to my side. The members of our packs closed in around us, ready for whatever was on the other side of the tall reeds that surrounded the area. We waited, holding utterly still and silent. The barest of movements had just caught our attention when directly in front of me the reeds split open and a man walked through. He was dressed in a hooded black robe with a gold belt around his waist.