Rodimus X Ultra Magnus Novels & Stories

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

After ten years I'm done waiting. Holding me here for this long has been a lie. I should have known that after everything I have done there would be no redemption for me. A monster doesn't get a happy ending. I'm a tyrant cause I like the taste of fear in the air. I was even raised by one. I'm a murderer because someone took the once piece of light I ever found and tried to snuff it. I'm a mean ass motherfucker because no one in this world is to be trusted. I'm the king in many parts of this place because I'm unstoppable. I take shit too far and don't care how anyone else feels as long as I come out on top. My name befits my station and my glory. I am Maximus.

I tapped the ground with my foot and the ground under us became firm once again. We continued exploring all of our powers together, and found that everything I did, Luke would be able to do something to add to the effectiveness or deadliness of it. When we started mastering all of our weapons of magic, Parker nodded, “You two are going to be a force to be reckoned with.” I smiled, “Once again… Perfect together. We complement each other completely.” Zara added, “Mea Potentia Ultra. It means My Power Beyond. In other words, you two are strongest when you are together.”

I bowed my head in defeat. "Why must you be so cruel to me?" BANG! I felt thick liquid pour onto my lap and my heart stopped for a moment. In front of me was a tall muscular man with long dirty brown hair and light brown eyes. His face was graceful but… in his right hand was the rogue from earlier who was taunting me. The muscles in his face were scrunched up and his head was bleeding. "Finally," The man spoke and I felt my body tingle with goosebumps. "I find my kill." With that, he crushed the man's head with his fist and it exploded, leaving behind splatters of blood as he tossed the body aside.

If anything, it adds to his legend—this is the son of a fucking Wolf God. I’ve always known how to pick my battles, and Creed Volkov is not someone you want to mess with unless you’re looking for a world of hurt. I meet him halfway across the clearing, extending my hand. Creed grips it firmly, his pale blue eyes narrowing as he takes in the surroundings. “Nero,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “So you’ve got a hell of a mess on your hands.” I nod, matching his tone. “Yeah, you could say that. Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

Mr. Rashford’s face contorted with rage, his slick suit gleaming under the fluorescent lights as he jabbed a finger at Nero. “How dare you a sucker like you to bully my wife? And then talk back to me?” he roared, his voice shaking the air like a beast’s bellow. “I’ll teach you a bloody lesson today on behalf of your family, the most painful lesson of your life! And just who are you?” “I’m Nero Magnus,” Nero said, his voice steady, cutting through the chaos like a blade. “The exiled son of the Magnus empire, the father of these kids.”

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

He stopped gazing at Aiden who flashed a devious grin. “See. I just got us an invitation.” Aiden patted Hadrian's back before stepping into the stranger's humble abode. Closing the door, he led them into the living room motioning them to make themselves comfortable. Hadrian watched as the candles burned in bright yellow flames. It reminded him of spell practicing and learning how to gain control of his powers. “Have a seat. I'm Magnus Roberto. Demetrius was among my great great grandfathers.” “It's nice to meet you in person.” Hadrian said as they shook hands.

A door opened at the end of the corridor and two enormous men came out. When I say enormous, I mean enormous. Both were practically the same height as Leo but larger and denser. One of them could probably kill both Max and me purely by sitting on us. "I present to you: Magnus and Cadmar. There isn't a wolf in Russia that doesn't fear them," the descendent said with a smirk plastered on his face. "And you're about to find out why." Sure they had strength and weight but agility and speed? I don't think so.

Everything about this world seemed designed to terrify. Magnus nodded grimly. “Then there’s Odin. His cave lion spirit, Roar, can literally paralyze enemies with fear. I’ve seen hardened warriors reduced to quivering messes by a single roar.” He paused, lost in some memory. “It’s not pretty.” “And Sirius,” Magnus continued, shaking his head in quiet awe. “His Irish elk spirit, Antler, it’s… well, it’s like something out of a fairy tale. He can communicate with nature itself. Plants, animals—they bend to his will in battle.”