Marx X Magolor Novels & Stories

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.

Mara’s voice was a fierce shout, her brown eyes glinting with defiance, her breath visible in the frigid air, the ice crunching under her boots, the marrow god’s tendrils lashing out, the sanctum a battlefield, the chill a constant threat. “Let’s see you try, bonehead!” Mara yelled, her laughter sharp and defiant, her dagger flashing in the blue glow, slicing through a tendril of shadow, the dark magic dissipating with a hiss, the frost dusting her cloak, the wind howling through the chamber, the marrow god’s roar a deafening challenge, the sanctum a battlefield, their bond a warmth in the cold. “Jas, hit it from the side!” She dodged another tendril, her movements swift, the ice crunching u

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

The energy seemed familiar to my body, it met my hands and I absorbed it, without flinching or quivering. I looked at Dad with wide eyes, unable to understand what was happening right now. He looked at me and shook his head and then I realized. Morax was blood, his magic was no different than ours. It was only because of his learned banished dark arts that he was becoming a pain in the *ss. His magic identified us and therefore it became easy for me to absorb it, maybe the plus point of being his blood was that we could absorb his magic. A dark chuckle against reverated around us and then he made his presence.

Not one to be outdone, I also showed him how far I was willing to go for him. Dorian’s gaze flicked to our clasped hands. “You think your little spark changes the end of the story?” He grinned, then turned to the shadows behind him. “Let’s show them how this tale really ends.” Shapes stepped forward. Mara. Her face cold, lined with silver scars that hadn’t been there the last time we saw her. Her hand gripped a whip of shadow. Rhea. Pale, hollow-eyed, but her posture was stiff with barely-contained power. Magic shimmered at her fingertips like smoke.

'Attack. Save those who were guarding Selene, members from my pack were the first to bolt out of formation, they leaped swiftly into their wolf forms and jumped at the robed men. While a few were held back with a magical spell that suspended them in the air until thrown to the side. The rest got through the barrage of magical spells cast their way and took out about half of the sorcerers. Spells of fire erupted from the remaining magic casters, which knocked a dozen wolves aside, sending them rolling to the ground. Magnus and Ares commanded their own ranks to attack the sorcerers. Some wolves were taken out by powerful streams of fire released by the robed men.

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.

ZARA Marcus comes at me fast, shifting into his wolf form mid-lunge, claws aimed straight for my chest. There’s no warning, no pause. Just speed and intent. I step back on instinct and throw a knockout spell at him. Magic isn’t exactly allowed right now, but he already broke the rules first. I’m not holding back when he clearly won’t. The smell hits me next. Sharp. Bitter. Wolfsbane. It’s on his claws. My chest tightens, and my thoughts jump straight to Damian.

I stood in the wreckage of the nursery, looking at the silver-oak wolf carving Marek had given Leo—now nothing but a pile of splinters and scorched dust. "The Marrow Protocol," I rasped, my voice sounding like raw meat being dragged over a gravel road. "Tell me exactly what that means, Marcus." Marcus stood at the jagged opening where the windows used to be, his face illuminated by the sickly purple flares of the Council ships retreating into the upper atmosphere.