Novel & Cerita Supreme Magus Legion20

Magus shook his head. “Why not?” “Draw too much attention. There’s many that’d hunt him.” “Because he’s the original?” “Because he’s sired so many guardians.” “What are they?” “Wolves that his partners agreed to mother in order to protect different forests.” “I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Magus gave me a quick look. “Never of Wrath? Rage? Or Turmoil? Or…Chaos?” “No…” I slowly shook my head. Seeing that Magus thought me quite silly for knowing nothing of these guardians.

Emberlyn shouted, pushing through the panicking crowd with her hands trembling violently. She pointed a shaky finger at the shimmering white beast. “Look at her! The Supremas are the lost royalty of the night! They are the direct descendants of the child of the Moon Goddess and the Wolf God! Born to be the greatest amongst Mages and the strongest of all wolves! A demigod of all hybrid werewolves and nocturnal werecreatures!” The white Lycan tilted its head, and a low, vibrating growl shook the very foundations of the building. The beast was crying, but it wasn't water. Thick, dark blood tracked down its snowy muzzle, staining the pearl-white fur a vivid crimson.

He ignored them because none of them were strong enough to survive him. A sharp nudge to my ribs shattered the illusion instantly. “If you bite your lip any harder, you’re going to bleed all over your desk,” Maya whispered, leaning across the narrow gap between our seats. Her golden wolf eyes dropped down to my notebook page and narrowed in sheer disbelief. I looked down. Instead of tracing the timeline of the pack treaties, I had carved the words –Supreme Lycan– over and over again inside a heavily scratched heart. “Goodness,” Maya muttered, quickly slapping her hand over the page before anyone else could look. “Please tell me you’re plotting an assassination and not actively fantasizing ab

A glowing light flickers on his encrypted pack communicator, displaying an urgent message from the Alpha Council Hall. I tilt my head slightly, reading the bright red text flashing across the screen: Emergency Assembly Called: Supreme Alpha King Tronte Nielsen demands the immediate annulment of the Sacred Mate Bond. "Magnus," I whisper, my hand sliding over his chest to point at the screen. "Look." Magnus opens one golden eye, glancing at the flashing message before a dark, lethal smile spreads across his face. "Let him demand whatever he wants. He doesn't know you're already carrying my royal bloodline."

Everything was going according to his plan when a few hours earlier his most powerful Prophet had come to find him to tell him that the soul of The legendary mage had just arrived in Astoria and that he absolutely had to find him in order to eliminate him because this mage represented a great danger for his future plans. But still thanks to his previous lives he had told his Prophet that he should not worry and that The legendary mage was for the moment also completely harmless, they had time to find him and eliminate him and so, he had just told him to warn his elite soldiers that The legendary mage had made his appearance on Astoria and that they should all remain vigilant. For the moment

I state smugly. “You were always an arrogant bastard just like Death. You are like him in so many ways.” Mags states, coming closer. She puts the blade to my neck. “Too bad you won’t see your daughter grow up.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Mags. I’ll see her grow up right after I go help Ari kill Sage.” Mags’s face drops. “Yeah, I know she works for you just like Liam and Ghost do as well. I’ve figured out your whole damn underground rebellion. Death is waiting for you. I don’t think you will enjoy the afterlife.” I counter as I pull my war scythe out as shadows grab Mags causing her to drop the dagger. “I hope Death makes your time in the afterlife as hellish as possible,” I say as I drive m

"But they’re being harvested. The Legion isn't attacking their bodies; they're attacking their connections to the world. They’re turning the wolves into anchors for the void." Suddenly, the ground at the center of the valley heaved. It didn't burst open; it folded back like skin. From the fissure rose a figure that made the High Magister look like a mere apprentice. It was a skeletal giant, its "skin" a patchwork of ancient, yellowed scrolls and human vellum, held together by needles of obsidian. This was the **Archivist of Bone**, a creature from the era before the first Great Pack was ever formed. In its hand, it carried a staff topped with a skull that pulsed with a rhythmic, sickly green

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"