Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

A roar torn from the chest of something enormous rolled through the base. Every undead paused mid-step, heads turning. Marie’s hand faltered. He came through the doorway in a blur of flame. The mightiest of wolves roaring, Xavier, gold eyes slicing the dark, heat crawling across his skin. Fire slicked the air. He walked in, and everything else went small. “Get away from my woman,” he spat viciously. Marie’s composure thinned and, for a beat, desire cracked her arrogance. She aimed a vicious blast at me while my head turned the smallest fraction to take him in.

“We can’t storm an ASA-Black Fang base blind. We need a plan.” I glared right back. “You’re not leaving them.” The name hung in the air like a curse. They knew what was hanging in the air, they killed Margaux. Hamlet turned away, breathing heavily. “Marigold,” he muttered, as if saying it aloud would make it less absurd. “All this time. She was Marigold. The Marigold—the one from the ancient prophecy. The Dark Wolf. Damn it!” Alex rubbed his face with both hands, his voice shaky but bitter. “And we didn’t even see it. The signs were right there. Her eyes. Her strength. Her… rage.”

She had to go back to Lansguard the way she came. *** Marx and Penny came dropping out of thin air, the ground coming towards them fast. All around them, shadows swarmed, attempting to get through the layer of magic that guarded Anax Corp. On seeing Penny and Marx, a group of shadows broke away from the main horde coming for them. On the back of his hands, Marx had two runes. He balled his right hand into a fist, thumping through a shadow that came at him, the rune glowing as his skin made contact. The blow was one fluid transition as Marx changed into his werewolf.

Within my line of sight, they pulsated like living things. One gold: The magic of the dragon. One blue: The magic of the elf. One green: The magic of the fairy. One brown: The magic of the troll. One indigo: The magic of the unicorn. One silver: The magic of the vampire. And one red: The magic of what? To complete the Seal, the blood of the hunter was required - Gabriel's blood. "What does this mean?" I asked, a little terrified at seeing myself bleed out. "To restore the balance of the seven magics, you must sacrifice yourself."

“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 didn’t mean to offend you, Scotty.” “But your right.” A third voice uttered in the otherwise quieter area of the club. There stood a largely built white male with short red hair and a tan business Suit smoking a cigar. “I don’t take half blood in my establish ment.” “Look, Mr…,” “Marx . Vandel Marx the club owner.” “We don’t want any trouble.” “Too late for that, kid in a dash of tight four vampire in suit chaired up Scott and Sardonyx in blue glowing chain look like Princess Dola will be forking over the bounty on your head to yours truly.”

My everything. He married for the sake of business and doesn't love his evil wife who killed their first child through abortion. Due to lack of affection for his wife, Xavier unconsciously relies on Bella emotionally, and have an affair with her. Bella falls for Xavier deeply because no one pays attention to her in her family and she thinks she can only rely on Xavier. But she knows having an affair with a married man is wrong, so when she learned about her pregnancy, she doesn't tell Xavier and hid it from him.

I stand tall and look at him curiously wondering what he means. "What Maximus means to convey to ma'am, is that we don't know exactly how this will go. Magma and Igneous are the first of our kinds to find there mate. We know that the symptoms he has are in response to the withdrawal that he feels from being away from her" the giant blonde says.

Mara is a white witch, one of the strongest witches with white magic. "Why are they fighting?" Was the question on Damon's mind. And then after the fight, he left.

CHAPTER 29 GABRIEL *WARNING - THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME VIOLENT CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. My Bella was still in hospital when my men had captured Mason and took him to the location I asked them to. That son of b***h maintained an arrogant attitude even though he was hanging from a beam by heavy chains! By the time I got there, my men had already had lots of fun with him. The place reeked of fresh blood. When I walked in, he started swearing at me and shouted out loud all that he was going to do to me once he was out of there! I just smirked, then gave him one of my dangerous looking glares and asked him who eve