Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

________________________________ There is a broken past of Marilyn and a broken present of Xavier /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ Will they both come to become each other's straight or things would get more bitter ?(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠) Keep enjoying and don't forget to like and comment. Follow me and give a good rating 🌹

As soon as he left, Xavier got up, moved out of the way, without saying a word Alpheus felt that he was going to do something bad, which he would regret later, so he followed him, in order to prevent him from any recklessness. In the kingdom of magic... Marco was sitting across from Helen, who was looking at him angrily “Are you crazy? Do you want me to use black magic? You just know that this contradicts crystal magic, which we depend on in the Magic Kingdom.” He looked at her very coldly “Do you have another way to defeat the werewolves?”

The collision of our powers sent shockwaves through the clearing. Dark magic twisted against silver light, neither giving ground. Morgana’s eyes blazed red with fury as she realised I was stronger than she expected. “Mara taught you well,” she snarled, launching another wave of corruption at me. “But she only knew me as I was. Not as I have become.” I dodged and countered with a spear of pure moonlight, forcing her to create a shield. Around us, the assembled wolves watched in stunned silence. This was magic beyond anything most of them had ever witnessed.

Although the ink had faded, you could still make out some faint lines that divided registrations. Ryan pointed to one almost invincible column. “These are registration marks from the days of your father, Allha. When the system was completely pen and paper. You know I think by this time, there were still healers and Mages operating freely because there’s a slot that shows powers. Most of these white wolves were either healers or mages. Damon’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying there’s a possibility that at some point, Mara’s mother may have been a mage. And my father had them all outlawed.”

For now. Alpha Xander’s voice echoed across the clearing. “Pull back! Regroup before the veil resets!” But I didn’t move. Because Dexter wasn’t gone. He stood just beyond the flickering ward line, cloaked in shadows, his eyes locked on Pearl like a predator stalking prey. Ancient symbols pulsed along his neck—burned into flesh, glowing red. Marked magic. The kind banned by every Lycan council for centuries. My stomach twisted. I’d seen it once before—on Myra.

Rex announced after his conversation with Fafnir concluded, which only took seconds. “Well…spill it,” Marcia said a little over eagerly and loudly, even Markus’s seemed to perk up, he was sure he was about to witness another piece of unbelievable magic he had only begun to see when he joined the inner circle of the emperor, magics only being possible by the Magnus family. He was so sure nothing was able to be done now, Ulna was on the precipice of fully gone now and yet, even now, Rex claimed he may be able to save the skylark, he was doubtful even Rector would have tried something this far along.

He lied. Morrigan walks towards the gazebo in the garden, sitting by the marble seat in front of the pristine marble table as she looks out of the garden. The cold surface of the marble caressing her skin. "Have you recognized your offense?" She asked meaningfully. Observing Colfre's reaction, trying to see if he would recognize what offense she was meaning to tell. Colfre nodded his head briefly. Standing upright in front of Morrigan. His hands clenched beside him, his chest out. The emblem on his armor glimmering under the rays of sunlight. Morrigan rested her hand on the marble table. Propping her head on one of her hand, gazing at him with disinterest etched in her eyes.

“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.

Marc said. Draco’s brows went up. “You mean the ones inherited by Magus’s true descendants?” “The one and only. Some shifters in the Werewoods inherited those powers, even as we speak. The Maniac Rogue’s one of them. And from what I’ve seen, he has the power of foresight.” Marc pointed at himself. “I have the power of healing, for example, and Sera has…” “Superstrength,” I whispered. Millie turned to me with widened eyes. “You knew all this while?”

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.