Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

Some were stuck to the wall with a dagger. "Find them! I must end the Moon Crescent pack!!" "Papa, why?" I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I began to feel soreness in my throat and lungs. "We shall not have mercy on the enemy." I sniffed up my nose then, my body became cold. "Is that tears I see in your eyes Xavier?" He cracked his head from side to side for intimidation. I swallowed hard and stared at him and, the tears that had welled up began to pour.

Marcel with a twisted expression and a crease between his brows covered the doorway with his body. He wore grey sweatpants and a towel hung carelessly down his neck. Lazy drops of water fell from his dirty blonde hair and his eyes held that similar dangerous glint. The Marcel at the doorway had no freckles at all. His body was exactly the same with the freckled one. What in heaven's name was happening?! What sort of sorcery was this?! Lyra turned towards the Marcel in black pants who had halted whatever song was playing and back to the Marcel in sweatpants who looked like a dragon about to breathe out fire with the way anger burned in his eyes.

Anxiously I rubbed at my right arm, before finally glancing around the place I had fought tooth and nail not to go to. My suspicions had been right, it was his cabin. It was even more obvious from the inside than out. It was much bigger than my borrowed cabin, lined with delicate furs, and that gold flair he seemed to like. It accented most of his clothes, and now it was similarly splashed over his walls. Regal, it was an unexpected trait of his. I thought with the stories of his bloodshed, he'd be some sort of brute. A werewolf who had no care for his people, or any intricate things besides war, death, and hate. But that hadn't been the case. Morax was ...

ZARA Marcus comes at me fast, shifting into his wolf form mid-lunge, claws aimed straight for my chest. There’s no warning, no pause. Just speed and intent. I step back on instinct and throw a knockout spell at him. Magic isn’t exactly allowed right now, but he already broke the rules first. I’m not holding back when he clearly won’t. The smell hits me next. Sharp. Bitter. Wolfsbane. It’s on his claws. My chest tightens, and my thoughts jump straight to Damian.

After that, Alex cast the spells consecutively. It was simply endless. Maguire was obsessed. The number of the forbidden spells had severely exceeded the limit. “Why do you know so many forbidden spells? Aren’t there only ten types of them?” “Do you want to know the answer?” asked Alex. “Yes. Tell me quickly.” “I’ll tell you then…” Poof! The next moment, Maguire found that half of a sword body suddenly penetrated out of his chest. It was the Immortal Butcher. It pierced through Maguire’s back and came out of his frontal chest.

“It’s presumption like that that saw my people burned at the stake for hundreds of years, healer.” Jack quirked an eyebrow at her, “Was I being presumptive? I thought that I was only stating proven facts.” “This isn’t Axis. We don’t make miracles out of thin air,” Marnie countered. “Every bit of magic we do comes at a cost. The bigger the magic, the bigger the payment.” “If that’s the case, then what have your people sacrificed to help us with our war?” Xavier asked. “And why?”

He turned to me with a rare vulnerability etched across his stony face. "Linda, everyone I cared for has been lost to the ravages of time and war. But this—this fight—is to ensure that no one else suffers the same losses." His voice hardened with resolve. "Let's prepare; your vision is a sign we cannot ignore." We moved quickly then, the urgency of my vision propelling us forward. Every second counted—a fact Marcellus knew all too well. He began to chant in an ancient tongue, fingers drawing intricate symbols in the air, weaving a spell that would take us to where we were most needed. To my astonishment, not only was Marcellus a werewolf and seer, but he was also a warlock, similar to my own

The rogue on Jared falls back and Xavier kicks the one near him away, all eyes on a beaming blue light shooting up from the center of the pack. Malum, who had been watching in amusement, speaks for the first time since launching his experiments, "What the hell is that?" A form makes it's way up inside the beam of blue, an unmistakable figure to the members of The Paramount Pack. "That," Xavier interjects, pushing his way towards Celeste, "would be our magi."

"I've got orders. I'm inspecting our Luna's previous pack. Whoever the fucker was in charge of it is going to be dragged in front of Zale. They let her get abused." Marx sucked his lips against his teeth and whistled. "Hate to be them," he agreed. He rummaged in his hut and pulled out the small magical orb he was in charge of. "Get ready, it'll only be down for a few seconds. You got a plan for letting me know when you're back?" "I'll be here again in exactly forty-eight hours. Pull it open than to let me through." I shook the excess snow off my body and swayed back and forth, eyes locked on the glassy-like barrier.

“None that didn’t involve leaving the road. As it is, you have cost me an arrow.” He walked up to Coryfe who snorted in response. “Your horse doesn’t like me.” “You smell of magic,” I replied. “I guess that’s to be expected. I am a mage, after all,” he placed his hands onto the saddle, and lifted himself up with impressive strength and grace, settling himself behind me before the protest formed on my lips. “I don’t remember offering you a ride.”