Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

She opened the gate quickly and let them both in. "Do you know why the moon isn't red?" Harry asked, pointing to the dark sky, "because we aren't vampires!" He announced cheerfully. A person could get drunk from perceiving the amount of alcohol his every breath carried. Maria pushed and pulled till they were finally inside. Harry fell to the couch, his face buried in a pillow. For a brief second, Maria could have sworn he passed out, till she heard whimpering sounds coming from him. Was he- was he crying?!

Lora chased after her deranged brother who was on a murder spree, dropping bodies with every stop. "JRUE! JRUE IT'S ME LORA! STOP THIS JRUE IT'S ME!!!" she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. 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

It felt like she was being pinned down by a metal hand or something. "I am not a bad person so I am going to leave you off with a warning this time but the next time you even think about such. I promise to become your worst nightmare and also your worst enemy" Mara whispered in Wendy's ear giving Wendy goosebumps all over. She threw Wendy to the floor and picked up her school bag before walking away. She stopped when she got to a distance. "Oh and tell that Oscar of a guy to stay away from me as well. I don't have the strength for the nonsense you guys are doing okay.. bye" she waved at Wendy before leaving.

I state smugly. “You were always an arrogant bastard just like Death. You are like him in so many ways.” Mags states, coming closer. She puts the blade to my neck. “Too bad you won’t see your daughter grow up.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Mags. I’ll see her grow up right after I go help Ari kill Sage.” Mags’s face drops. “Yeah, I know she works for you just like Liam and Ghost do as well. I’ve figured out your whole damn underground rebellion. Death is waiting for you. I don’t think you will enjoy the afterlife.” I counter as I pull my war scythe out as shadows grab Mags causing her to drop the dagger. “I hope Death makes your time in the afterlife as hellish as possible,” I say as I drive m

Thersar groaned and gasped through the bouts of blood which spouted out and splayed from his mouth as he tried to speak: “Marleeken, for fuck’s sake, please break the curse from that bloody sloth and turn him back to my first commander if you don’t want us all to be scourged, slaughtered and wiped out by these bastards!” Thersar grunted in pain as he lay on the ground in the poll of his blood, his magic retracting back to him, exposing our warriors to the ember grounds of Macabantrah. Marleeken paused for a second and watched him perplexedly before she started chanting. As she chanted some foreign words, gusts of her crimson magic encircled the little lazy sloth, whose sleepy eyes peeped daf

“All I know is, I need to get this portal open so that I can get Melanie back, and I have no idea how to open it.” Maggie was quiet for a second, like she was thinking, before she said, “Portals are tricky. Try different angles. Try different cloaking spells on the tree or whatever is behind it. Try a coloring spell.” “A what?” I asked. “What’s a coloring spell?” “It’s the same spell Francis has been using to color the trees. You can try to color the portal opening so that you can see it. It’s probably at a different angle than what you’re expecting. It’s sort of like splitting the air.”

The tsunami seemed endless, Maru was getting tired, and his hands were shaking ready to let go of the white wall. “Not now Maru, remember the people behind this wall if you let it go,” Merfoy said, he was flawless and unbothered, he can hold his white wall for an extended period of time as if he was already prone to it. Of course, he’s a sorcerer after all.

This was him, the one who sent his whole line to the great beyond, the one who wanted him dead, the one who sent that beast after him, Marxis. To be honest jason wasn’t impressed, he wasn’t sure what to expect really, but seeing marxis in the flesh, standing there looking all overlord like, he had to stifle a sigh of disappointment. Perhaps the stories were exaggerated, or perhaps he had magical powers unrivalled, jason could never tell. Jason glanced down, trying to school his bruised features into a look of utter despair, he had a role to play afterall. He had a satisfied look on His face and why shouldn't he?, he had the thorn in his flesh right in front of him.

Mara’s voice was a fierce shout, her brown eyes glinting with defiance, her breath visible in the frigid air, the ice crunching under her boots, the marrow god’s tendrils lashing out, the sanctum a battlefield, the chill a constant threat. “Let’s see you try, bonehead!” Mara yelled, her laughter sharp and defiant, her dagger flashing in the blue glow, slicing through a tendril of shadow, the dark magic dissipating with a hiss, the frost dusting her cloak, the wind howling through the chamber, the marrow god’s roar a deafening challenge, the sanctum a battlefield, their bond a warmth in the cold. “Jas, hit it from the side!” She dodged another tendril, her movements swift, the ice crunching u