Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

Suzy answered. "Lucindo D Aboville. The french warlock, Marshall the great killed in the year 1273." "Well, looks like you came from a lineage of psychos. But how do we take the madman down?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm afraid he is unstoppable." Bastiana's chest rose and fell with rapid breath. "What do you mean by unstoppable?" Suzy crushed her lollipop and furrowed her brows. "He is a thousand years old and he is a lot more stronger since the ancestors are with him. He doesn't back down from revenge and he will do nothing till he achieves this purpose. He is dangerously evil." Bastiana said with widening eyes that depicted terror.

They got drowned underneath the quagmire as well as the ocean of their shock, astonishment and disbelief. “Aaarrggghhkkk...!!!” Mr. Serpent Win Mara carried on squealing and squeaking with the peak of his tenor eight-octave voice tune. His whole body had been turned to a kind quite massive bullet, with red orpiment and West Medicine Land dark brown supernatural powers covering all over his body.

Marcia shrugged cheekily, making Lacey and Minet chuckle. “Well, I can leave it up to you to produce it for us tonight if you wish” Rex replied smugly. “You know I can’t use magic, my meridian has not developed for that” Marcia said, frowning. “Markus has no magical meridian either, yet he can perform basic spells” Rex replied with a shrug and smile. “Ooh, he is pitting her skill against my father, this will make some for some fun I think,” Lacey said to Minet quietly.

Headmaster Stroud and all the teachers and other students who have been good to me. “I’m going,” I say. “And that’s final.” His nostrils flare with a quick exhale. “Then stick close to me. The Silver Hunters use magic, and they know how to wield it.” I frown. If they hate the supernatural so much, why are they using magic? And how is that even possible? There’s no time to ask. Alec and I are moving at a crouch, running across the bridge and into the school through a side door. The hall we enter is empty, but with signs of struggle here and there. Tipped over vases. Artwork on the floor.

I gritted and got up and walked out of his sight with Xavier. After a few hours, Xavier fell asleep. I gently put him in the crib and walked out of his nursery, and closed the door. Suddenly, a tall figure towered behind me. He wrapped his arms around my body and pressed my back against his chest. He took my earlobe into his mouth, nibbling it. Slowly, his mouth ran down to my nape. “I’m sorry again,” he muttered while cupping my breasts through the dress.

Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests. "That was fucking good," he mumbled against my neck. "I don't think we need to buy condoms anymore," I said, making Alex chuckle. He slowly pulled out of my hole and I could feel his cum drip out of me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered from the sensation. Alex then went down and dragged his tongue from my navel up to my chest, filling his mouth with my cum. Alex then gently grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth, and letting the cum drip from his mouth into mine. Alex watched as I swallowed my own cum, a satisfied smile filling his face.

When we reached Alex and Talia, they both got up. “Congrats, Wulfric.” Alex put out his right hand to Blake to shake, and I had to do a double take when I noticed his pinky was missing and the skin was raised in pinkish-red rings around his other fingers, as if he’d been cut and the wound never fully healed. I didn’t even know it was possible for a werewolf to scar. “What happened to your hand?” Blake asked, clearly noticing the same thing right before he took it. “Lost a finger.” Alex gave a sheepish smile.

Maria shook her head with a tone of resignation, “It’s too late. The malevolent spirit, after over a decade of accumulated resentment, has become more powerful than the magicians outside the box. Even a large group of magicians casting spells, it might accidentally activate the box, which is very risky. Furthermore, I believe Maggie used more than half of her magical power to set up the barriers for the werewolf’s magic box. I believe even if I exhausted all my magical abilities now, it would still be insufficient to seal the magician’s box.” Upon hearing this, everyone’s morale visibly sank. Peter, the human among us, stepped in to offer comfort. “If it can’t be done, just let it. I will do

“I’ll be sure to send a piece of your dismembered body to your parents back home as a tribute.” Marisol laughed, spitting out a glob of blood, “I really do wonder how you ever managed to get this far when you really lack any senses. Can't you feel the numbers of your silly army dwindling rapidly? It's only a matter of time before my mother finds the source of your pathetic magic and destroys it permanently.” Guinevere lifted her head quickly at that, as if truly trying to connect with her dummies, and Marisol took advantage of her distraction, snatching the totem from her neck and smashing it into pieces.

I growled at him. “Gustav is right, you know her wolf is one of the fiercest warriors in the pack. I know nobody else would admit this, but she is even stronger than Gustav and dad's wolf too,” Mitch explained. It was true, the girl was powerful, she just didn’t know it as yet. “Fuck, she is the strongest in our pack!” “Mitch is right, Bellatrix is a brutal warrior and I ain't even mad that my sister is stronger than me. I am proud of that fact,” I laughed.