Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

"No man left behind." The fact that he just referred to me as a man isn't exactly romantic, but I'll take what I can get. Before I can leave, though, there's a blur of motion to my right. A person steps into the dirty back lot and eyes the trash cans. Apparently we're not the only ones dumpster diving around here. "Isn't that Professor McGuire?" Marlow asks. I squint in the direction Marlow is pointing and my eyes widen in shock. It is Professor McGuire. What is he doing here?

When I got hold of him, the little twerp would smell my armpits. "Boys get in here!" I heard my father exclaim, "Ah nuts." Marvel was groaning in pain from the tumble he had taken; it was unfortunate because Marvel was a hefty guy and I was as thin as a french fry. As I get up, I notice Maddox and Marc running inside the Gold Pack; they were already dead when I found them. Helping Marvel, his hair performed what it has always done since he was ten: it changed color from blonde to silver.

I felt Morgana's presence in it, her consciousness woven through the corruption like a poison thread. Through the mate bond, I felt Xavier. He was trying to reach me, trying to take some of the burden. I could feel him pulling at the dark magic, attempting to draw it into himself. "No!" I screamed, both out loud and through our bond. "Xavier, no!" But he wasn't stopping. I felt his pain as the corruption touched him, felt his body start to break under the strain. I had to close the bond. Had to cut him off before the darkness killed him.

Ragnar said. "Some of them will," Marina agreed. "The ones whose corruption runs deep enough that the removal of his magic is disorienting rather than clarifying. Plan for resistance on every level." Ragnar looked at his two best fighters, who were present at the edge of the group because he had brought them without asking. Neither of them was surprised by anything Marina had said. They had been with Ragnar long enough to absorb information and move without visible adjustment. "We can work with that," Ragnar said.

“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

A frown flashed across his face, Where was Marxis? , He was sure he did not die in the war, he survived the battle, maybe wounded but he was sure he did. Voices brought him back to reality as the doors behind the thrones opened and in walked a bunch of men, not actually men to say. There were elves, dwarves and other magical creature that resided in Aratia there, along with an elemental or two, and among them he saw zarae, in full black gear as she pushed people back protecting someone,

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."

“Let’s go inside, I will make you some tea.” I does not even matter if I can trust this person or not. She is a monster capable of teleporting us more than ten kilometers away. From what I have learned, the limit for an experienced Mage should be around four or five kilometers and using that amount of mana will leave you exhausted for a couple of hours. “Yes Mother.” “Call me Jane please.” Too scared to say otherwise, I acted like the good apprentice I was supposed to be followed her inside the cabin. “This is nothing like the one the elves make. This mix is the closest to black tea you will find in this world.”