Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

“Yes.” I turned away, clenching the windowsill. “I’m not giving him up.” “Blythe,” Marrow’s voice softened. “You don’t have to choose yet. But you must hide it. There are ways—spells, suppression runes. We have little time.” The door creaked open. Xavier. He hesitated at the threshold, his eyes locking onto mine. His shirt was damp from the night air, his dark hair tousled, and his face drawn.

"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.”

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

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.

She was holding on to me and crying terribly. ' Who's fighting with undead skeletons then?' I questioned myself and looked back. Xavier and some other guy were fighting them. That other guy looked familiar. He had long blue hair and a very slender body. His complexion was pale white like marble. " W-Who is that guy?" I managed to utter those words with my swollen mouth. " Who?" Martina turns her face back and gets stunned. It means she was too unaware of that strange guy. " Hi, I'm Drystan. A Fallon by specie and magician by profession. Allow me to join your journey to the Elven kingdom,'' that young guy introduced himself along with his interest.

"Travis, I think their memories may have been erased. At least the ones that involve Gregory and Davison. But you said that Gregory tried to take advantage of me. What exactly does that mean?" "Not now." I responded, nodding towards Kayden, who was sitting in my lap, taking everything in. "But who is this Xavier you were referring to?" "The Grand Mage." Marissa responded. "He has been helping Davison and Gregory with some type of plan. I think it involves those creepy creatures with skeletal heads, but I can’t be sure. I just recently learned about all of it." "Are you talking about the wendigos?" Ken asked, drawing mine and Marissa’s attention towards himself once more.

He felt a dizzying pain and hurl his cup against the mirror in front of him watching it turn into little pieces because at that moment, despite how little Maya was she had done a good job placing her weight on his heart and stomping on it repeatedly. Maria ran back in and she shivered as she met his gaze and he could tell that even she knew that his demons were back again and this time they were fiercer, angrier. Xavier Salvador was after all not invincible.

“You were willing to let her die to destroy the demon, willing to sacrifice me to do so as well. What does it matter if she and I both die now so long as it accomplishes your goal?" Errant wouldn't look at him as he answered, only at the scar on his chest. "As old as I may be, and as much as I have studied all there is to know of the ways of magic, there are some magics in the world that have been forgotten, or are not yet known. What I saw, or more, what I felt, coming from the scar on your chest, was something unknown to me, and something I feel needs to be further explored before decisions are made that could have immense implications. Nothing I do is without reason, Your Highness.” And w

Rita "Blackthorn wasn’t built for the weak," Gogo said, stirring a steaming cup of rooibos tea with a long, carved bone spoon. The scent of cinnamon and earth filled the kitchen as Rita leaned in, listening. "Three founders—a witch, a werewolf, and a vampire—came together in a time when our kind had to hide or be hunted. They made a place where magic wasn’t just tolerated. It thrived." Rita traced the rim of her own cup. "So it was always a school?"