Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

Marcus was across the room his shoulder was heavily bandaged he met my eyes and gave one nod, not friendly not warm but it was something, progress maybe. Old Mara approached us slowly leaning on her walking stick "The seed she spoke of it is magic dangerous it may try to twist you from the inside but you are stronger than it the White Wolf chooses its own path." I nodded, I was not sure I believed her. I needed to hear it anyway.

But I left. Fast. And the moment the door shut behind me, the façade cracked. My breaths came shallow, and my fingers trembled. Stronger than me. Stronger than any wolf I had ever touched. Not just powerful… Untouchable. “What the hell…?” I whispered. This wasn’t Xavier. This wasn’t Kai. This wasn’t even Lorenzo at his worst. This was something else entirely. Something I had not been prepared for. And for the first time in years…

"The culprit can't be a werewolf, right? Our people can't use magic." I could imagine Xavier shaking his head softly across the phone. "Across the continent, there's a type of werewolves that can use magic called the Mystwolf. But I'm not sure if they're involved either. I'll investigate this further," he added. "I won't stop until I find the bastard and bring his head to you." I clamped my mouth shut. It was much more reassuring to hear that from Xavier than from Xander. A flood of relief hit my heart as I realized that I wasn't fighting alone. Even so, the guilt of my decision to leave him still gripped me.

"You wanna die.... Ehn.... You think you can just die, what about your parents, me, your company." He didn't move, he just stand there, still, staring at me.... While I try to control my emotions. I feel angry, hurt and at the same time sad. "Xavier...." He connects his lips with mine, cutting me shut. (My little chocolatings, given those two a ship name *Xap.* what do you think, or you got a better ship name? Like and comment like always. Wait and also, the next chap is a 18 rated scene, please skip if you don't have a liking for sex scenes. Love yal. ADIOS.)

"Hello everyone here I am Xavier Morgal. I promise you all I would do everything in my power to protect this family and eliminate those filthy creatures" I rolled my eyes at him. I wonder who is filthy here, you or they? "As you all know I will be the next leader of Morgal and I hope you will give the same love and respect when I become the leader of all hunters after my fiance, Kimberly Stone and I get married". He is my what?

As their voices faded, the Hollow dissolved into mist, and the scene shifted. --- The air in Eloria’s sanctum was thick with incense and enchantment. Candlelight flickered over towering shelves of ancient tomes, casting long shadows on the stone walls. Marek knelt on one knee before the Grand Magestress, his muscular frame tense, his breaths shallow. Deep gashes marred his shoulders and arms, blood soaking through his torn tunic. “I had him,” Marek growled, his voice low but edged with frustration. “I had Kael… but the creature intervened. Whatever it is, it’s not of this world. Its strength…” He paused, his jaw tightening. “It was… monstrous.”

Megara shook her head and completely turned towards him, her back facing Agnes and her right side facing Evenor and Master Shin. "Stop lying." Megara gritted her teeth in anger and the man shook his head. "Check my memory." He said and then a man stepped forward. The same man who was a lion among foxes. He walked past Megara and towards the beaten-up blonde man. He was famous for his magic, he had the same magic that Marco's disciple had but a lot more powerful.

Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth. "That old person Simpkin sure has large chunk of change to toss around. Reproducing a mixture? That is over the top! Mana doesn't exist any longer, and the magi are not faring any better. How might you make mixtures without mana?" considered old Tom as he shook his head unremittingly. "Then, at that point, shouldn't something be said about this thing?" Charlando waved around an enormous, fixed bamboo compartment that was very nearly a meter long. Hints of streaming fluid cou

mumbled Matt as he nibbled some chips. “They were known as the strongest magi in the history of all creation!” Xander added. “Sadly, there has never been any record of a known sourcerer in existance, aside from the Golden Prince of legend, and the last known Ravant, Lady Chantrell Ravante, just passed away last week.” The room fell quiet as they paid their respects to the deceased registrar. It was only broken by a soft chime. Mar took out her cellphone and looked at Dorin after reading the message on the screen.

She was an expert to ghost someone. Hugh Baker’s POV I was walking inside the study room that I usually spend my time when I was busy to handle my tenants and queen’s orders. I was looking at the old man that was standing in front of the window as he was regarding the city of London. His once glorious blonde mane has been tainted with greys through them. Even though he was approaching his 60s, Levine Virtanen was not a person to be messing with. You might not know this, but this ma, right here, was one of the ruthless businessman that everyone knows in the business world.