Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

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?

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

She turned to see Zach leaning against a pillar, his arms crossed, that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. "Ugh, not now," Rita groaned, her voice thick with congestion. "Aw, is the little witch under the weather?" Zach rolls up his sleeve, revealing faint scars along his inner arm. "Vampire blood can cure most supernatural ailments. But it’s a two-way street. You’d have to trust me enough to drink it." "Back off, leech." Derek’s voice cut through the hallway like a blade. He stepped between them, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp.

“We know that this Morgeaus runs the nexus, and we know she is the key to unravelling this entire puzzle.” “We also know she’s got a funny tattoo at the back of her neck,” I said. “And we met her at the Crimson Circle.” “I see a but coming,” Lena added. Davina scoffed. “We don’t know who this Morgeaus is.” “Well,” Xavier sat up. “I think we should do something quickly about this.” “Something quickly sounds a little bit vague,” it was Davina. “Can you provide some clarity on what you’re saying?” “I mean we better get to work,” Xavier continued. “Send some threat in the air. Kill some of the sorcerers in the dungeon. It sends a message.”

Maria POV "I, Alexander Morganth, reject you as my mate, Maria." My destined mate's voice rang out with arrogance and cruelty before all the kings and nobles, his black eyes fixed on me. Well...I'll admit I hadn't expected it to be this cruel. Despite everything… It hurt more than I wanted to admit. My hands were bound by the Blood Moon Plant, its black vines slowly coiling around my wrists, pulsing with suffocating warmth as they drained the magic from my veins drop by drop, as though they were pulling a piece of my soul away with it.

The other customers scrambled away from him, some heading for the exits. "This... this is impossible," he wheezed, his perfect composure completely shattered now. "The old magic died with your pack." "Apparently not," I said, feeling a savage satisfaction at his obvious pain and confusion. "Funny how wrong you can be about things." Marcus moved closer to my side, his own protective instincts flaring. "I think it's time for you to leave," he said to Xavier, his voice carrying more authority than I'd ever heard from him. Xavier's eyes darted between us, calculating. I could see him weighing his options, trying to decide if he could push through whatever was happening to his wolf long enough to

Just the name caused my face to get darker. A few months ago he had come to claim the silver and gold from our territory as part of the alliance agreement between our packs. I remembered how powerful he looked. How arrogant. How untouchable. My jaw tightened. Ever since that alliance.....All things were wrong. Or perhaps something else. Or maybe it wasn't. My wolf growled violently. The sound reverberated through my chest. Maybe Xander Marco had brought this disaster to my pack. Maybe he was connected to the missing children. Maybe he was connected to the rogues. Perhaps he was connected to all of this.