Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

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 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.

He did not even emit slightest bit of it. Lumen phoenixus, Argon force, Spectre force, Litcherous spectre, El Shee Dou Spectre, and what more? All of it are magics. This ability are formed in magic, yet this kid did not even has no magic at all. "Your companion are too boastful of himself. He wanted to see what death really means. Unlike you, you do not haste. You observed. You watched. You weighed things carefully. A traits of a true warrior who chooses a path wrongfully. I can see why you let darkness consume you. For the darkness that resides with in you matched the darkness that consumed you. A vessel. A holder. By looking at you, I can see your past not vivid, but enough for me to know

I huffed, and could see his eyes flicker in shock, but he had no power to decline as he was being controlled by my dark magic spell. Right there, he pierced his sharp wolf claws into his chest, howling in extreme pain as he tore open his chest, reaching out to his heart, but couldn't go further before falling dead instantly. "Clean this place!" I ordered with a wave of my hand and the slaves ran in with their cleaning materials. My name is Xavier, and I am the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, the greatest pack of all. No one dares me because it would cost their entire pack. My pack was above every other pack in America because I was their leader, but I'm getting old by the day.

He would make them pay with their lives, whoever they were. He heard a gurgling noise and realised Tristan wanted to say something. A wheezing noise sounded from deep within his throat. Xavier placed a hand on Tristan's arm and said placatingly, "It's okay, you don't need to talk. You can speak when you feel well". But Tristan growled in protest, a feeble one. Xavier furrowed his brows. His brother opened his mouth again and this time with a herculean effort, he managed to spit out the message. A hollow sound, too feeble to be heard, but Xavier did. A short two-worded message that made Xavier freeze on the spot, "Mate. Mage"

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

Make sure to go there". Marcus stood up to leave. "I will surely visit it and will congratulate him personally". Xavier said with clenched fists ------- Tabby

, one of them muttered about the now dead man. Marcellus turned and gave a smile to Morgana and she returned it, "shall we proceed?". Morgana replied, "yes we shall". And the started the ceremony. This bonding ceremony between a witch and a werewolf, Morgana and Marcellus is a sacred ritual that symbolizes the joining of two souls in a powerful bond that transcends all boundaries. As the proceeded, Morgana and Marcellus cut their palms and join their blood together, signifying their commitment to each other and their union.

I’d seen the spells he came up with, knew the tactics he’d come up with to help Detry and his few knights take entire villages with only Warlord’s magic. “No…” “Don’t underestimate him, Mary. He’s far more dangerous than you can imagine. And he’s only beginning to let you see…” “How will you get away?” I gave him a long look. He opened his mouth to answer. “Mary Mage!” Hawk’s voice cut across the clearing before Magus could answer. *** Magus closed his mouth and gave me a knowing smile instead. Watching as I crossed resignedly toward Hawk at the arrow line. “Good luck, Mary!” Magus taunted in the distance.

I smiled because it turned out she was a good mother, despite her cold and dominant demeanor. "He's gone," Mara said, lowering her head. "What is his name?" Magnus asked. "He is... Aquil Dominique Monticillo." When Mara said that, Magnus coughed. I quickly handed him water. "What's the matter?!" Magnus stood up, waving his hands. "Can you repeat that twerp's name?" Mara looked up, scared, and spoke. "He is Aquil Dominique Monticillo." "That dimwit! He's Austin's brother! That arrogant sibling of his!" Magnus insisted.