Rodimus X Ultra Magnus Novels & Stories

The Saltmarsh alpha's fortress was built on stilts over black water, and the Moon-Wolves were caged beneath it. I crouched in the reeds with Bastian's shoulder pressed against mine, and the swamp stench of rot and salt filled my lungs. The fortress loomed above us on wooden pillars, torchlight bleeding through the floorboards and reflecting off the still black water. Underneath, in the muck and the dark, iron cages hung from chains. "There," Rook whispered, pointing. "Six of them. Two omegas, three betas, one alpha. Silver collars on all of them."

The collision sent him skidding backward, boots digging furrows in the earth, but the shield held. "Dragon magic," the godking observed, genuine surprise colouring his voice. "How... unexpected." A figure appeared beside Rex—tall, insectoid, her chitin armor gleaming like polished obsidian in the unnatural light. Queen Ullysarius herself, her compound eyes reflecting the golden glow of Fafnir's power. "Your timing is impeccable," Rex acknowledged. "The blessed one calls, we answer," she replied, drawing twin blades of crystalline material. "Disrupt his ritual. My forces will handle his defenders."

' I ask, struggling to hold my tears in. Maximus heaves a heavy sigh, 'It doesn't matter what I think because hybrids don't exist,' he says. I take a few steps back, 'You seem to have forgotten...' I trail off. 'Forgotten what?' he says. 'Alpha Liam... remember what he called me? He called me a witch,' I remind him. Maximus becomes lost in thought but then laughs, 'Yeah, but we know you're a werewolf, not a witch, so his comment doesn't matter,’ Maximus says.

He was always gentle. It also makes sense why he had never seemed intimidated by Dominicus, regardless of his monstrous reputation and strength. And on Dominicus’s side, it explains his tolerance toward Brodik—why Brodik was able to get away with things that would have had anyone else’s head torn off. That night, after receiving Magnus’s call and learning from Dominicus that the Council wolves were actually Amadeus wolves, Dom told me something that had shocked me.

Magnus, frustrated by his inability to land a decisive blow, grew increasingly aggressive. In a daring move, Alcides seized an opportunity when Magnus overcommitted in a powerful swing. With remarkable speed, Alcides maneuvered behind his towering adversary and delivered a precise strike to the back of Magnus's knee. The giant crumbled to the ground, his roars of pain echoing through the colosseum.

The dim red lights in the tunnel reflected off his four black glossy slanted eyes. It was the tunnel’s dim red ceiling lights that helped Olivia see the monster’s pitch-black eyes. Those eyes were peeking through the leveler’s gated door, focusing on Olivia and Lukas. Olivia had a Beretta M-12 submachine gun strapped to her back, but her paralyzation wouldn’t let her reach for the gun. She could sense the creature’s wrath, and she knew that shooting at him would only make him angrier.

She stood naked in the center of the glass dome, her body illuminated by the ethereal northern lights above. Magnus entered silently — a 6’11” Black Icelandic special forces veteran with a body like forged obsidian. His dark skin contrasted sharply with the white surroundings as he locked the door behind him. Freya’s voice was low and hungry. “No mercy tonight. I want to be completely destroyed.”

Every person on board knew how vulnerable the Bullet was, and did what they could to ignore it. But the Thraki had put themselves at risk too, by boarding the Hegemony vessel without so much as a single bodyguard. Or so Hardin Ishimoto-Seven had told not only himself, but the Triad of One, which consisted of Magnus Mosby-One, son to the notorious Marcus-Six and his free breeder wife, as well as his half brothers, Antonio and Pietro-Seven. The scene outside the wardroom was tense, as everyone waited for the aliens to arrive, and wondered if they truly would. Magnus stood talking to Pietro. He had his father's black hair, his mother's tendency to put on weight, and a deep, commanding voice.

Zadicus was inside his mind again, staring emotionlessly at the shadow before him. But the fury emitting from the figure was clear as he growled when Zadicus came again and growled his name, “Zadicus Snyder.” Zadicus smirked at his furious reaction, folding his arm at his chest to assert his dominance and called his name too, “Katastrofi.”

The remaining Steel Vultures… about thirty of us now, after Carl's departure… had taken defensive positions without being asked. "What are we looking at?" I asked quietly. "Trouble," Jack muttered, handing me the binoculars. "Big trouble." I focused on the lead rider and felt my stomach drop. Even at this distance, even after seven years, I recognized the massive frame and platinum hair of Magnus Veyra. The Crimson Howlers' alpha was a legend in the supernatural world… and not the good kind. Where most pack leaders tried to maintain some veneer of civilization, Magnus ruled through pure brutality.