Rodimus X Ultra Magnus Novels & Stories

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

Iggy called from the dinning room. I sat down next to Olivia who had her arm on Ricky but you could tell she was mind linking him. They stared at each other in an intense conversation. I looked over at Claude, who seemed shocked at the two of them. “Alpha Desmond, you allow your mate such a display?” I laughed. “Ricky is my ex-Gamma. He also is in a pact with my mate. They are brother and sister. Apparently having an intense covversation through link.” Taking a bite of food, I watched as his mate and him still had their jaws dropped.

James did not take her words seriously. If that were really true, how could Radomir become Macrocosm Ancestral God while Hadad was still alive? Radomir rebelled only after becoming a Macrocosm Ancestral God. James roughly knew why Radomir revolted against Hadad. Hadad was not a progressive leader and refused to train new powerhouses. Although they lived within the Twelfth Universe, many other universes existed. To protect themselves against other universes, Radomir overthrew Hadad.

Dimitri could tell that they had been having some fun by the look on Majesta’s face, a lot of fun. Majesta would have been as red as a lobster if she had fed. Dimitri cleared his throat and smiled at the two as they took their seats. “I know that you don’t need names, Magnusson, but Majesta does. Drago is the one with the long, gray hair. Don’t let it fool you, he is not that old. Genevieve is the slim blonde beside him, and Titus is the giant beside you.” Dimitri nodded to each of the elders in turn. They all nodded to Majesta as they were named.

He tried to speak, to plead for his life, but only gurgles escaped his lips. Isolde leaned in closer, her voice dripping with contempt. “You should have shared your full vision with Agnes, Magnus. But you chose to withhold some part of the truth. Now, I’ll take care of tailoring the truth to my liking.” With a cruel smile, she withdrew a wickedly sharp blade and drove it into his chest, over and over again. Each brutal stab sent waves of agony through Magnus’s body, and his vision grew dimmer with every heartbeat. Gasping for breath, he mustered the last of his fading strength. He focused on the Stone of Utah, an artifact of unimaginable power. In his final moments, he whispered incantations

Magnus roared and lunged for my shoulders, "You fucking bitch! I tried playing nice, but you keep forcing my hand. Dad made it clear that if you're not back by today, you're dead to all of us." Before I could strike back, a mechanized voice rang inside my head. [Quick Quest Unlocked: Let Magnus Blanc get a taste of free fall. Reward: 51% of Lumos Entreprise's stocks.] Lumos was the largest business empire in the city. Gabriel's company barely qualified as a warm-up act beside that juggernaut. I grabbed Magnus by the arm and flipped him over my shoulder. It took almost no effort. Magnus was the type who lived behind a computer screen, a basement-dwelling nerd with the physique of a couch pota

I wasn’t sure if Luna had informed him of the decision this late at night. Seeing my silence, Kelvin let out a low, mocking laugh, his gaze dripping with contempt. His wolf mirrored the same smugness, as though no one but him could ever be my mate. He turned to Amanda and said, with exaggerated sarcasm, “You’re mistaken, my Luna. There is one more option—a rogue wolf. You remember him, don’t you? The one exiled from our pack three years ago. Oh right... I nearly forgot I even had a younger brother.”

Rector said with a chuckle and a wink. “Well my lords, not entirely” Rowina said, standing up, once again raising her hand, “I once read stories about a Grand Magus who once communed with spirits in the dark realm, who then showed him glimpses of what it would look like if the necromancers Gargaroth and Telagus were not defeated.” “That is a myth” Rector replied with a head shake and small chuckle, before walking out of the door, closing it behind him. “What happened to this Grand Magus?” Rex asked, he was curious about the ending to the story she told.

“Gator, this is Nya,” Slate, the dragon king, said as Nya followed him over to where the others were training. The fellow in question, a ginormous man, only an inch or so shorter than Slate himself, with massive, bulging muscles, was dressed all in black, a similar outfit to the one Slate always wore, except there were no red accents. Gator eyed Nya for a moment, his eyes traveling from her head to her toes and then back again. He nodded, his dark, shoulder-length hair swaying slightly with the movement of his head. “Nya?” he questioned.

Rest here, there are clothes that belong to me, you will find them in the closet, spend your affairs with them, and here is the toilet here, wash and change your clothes, and rest a little Rodri shyly; Thanks Mac is about to go out to be stopped by Rodri Rodri quickly; mac Mac turns to her; what do you want Rodri shyly and hesitantly; H do you still hate me Mac smiles at his side; I didn't hate you in the first place to continue hating you, Redhead Mac turns and goes out, so Rodri sighs happily and jumps on Mac's bed and starts inhaling his scent with anesthesia. When Maxmus was meeting with some of his sons, Dimitri, Ashton, and Isaac Maxmus sharply; I want you to bring him to me from under