True Blood The Magister Novels & Stories

I fell sideways, gasping, clutching my torso as bile rose in my throat. “You don’t know me,” Zane said flatly. But his eyes..... For just a flicker..... Were silver again. They didn’t let me pass out. Lucien pulled me upright by the hair, dragging me to the foot of the throne where Magnus now stood. Zane was already chained again.....arms stretched wide, body hung like a prize, blank and broken. They called the others in. The priests. The elders. The Moon Fang pack. The entire room filled with wolves, nobles, elders in their ceremonial robes, all to witness what Magnus called “The Ceremony of Ruin.”

Beneath a crimson sky, three colossal pyramids rose from the desert, their tips burning with a black flame. At the center of a ritual circle stood a man cloaked in scarlet and gold — the Magus whose name the stars refused to remember. Around him, hundreds knelt in terror as he raised a blade carved from obsidian and bone. With one stroke, he opened his own palm and let the blood drip into a basin carved with wolf sigils and the eyes of witches. His voice thundered across the sands. “From spirit and night, I summon thee!” The blood hissed, turning into a vortex of smoke and shadow. From its heart, something began to take form — tall, lean, carved from the dark itself.

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

At the conference room, Isabella can't help but smirked when the door opened again revealing Mateo who's obviously surprised to see her there. Mateo actually didn't expect that NexusSphere will send Isabella to handle this kind of negations, but he still manage to walked confidently and dit across the chair where Isabella was already sitting down with an unreadable face. Isabella's thinking about her last conversation with Elijah about this matter. <<<

For me to have her death on my hands is not a burden I wish to be. But Sebastian is the Vampire Master, and all in his rule shall do as he asks for if he should even have to dare disobey his command, then you shall have hell to pay. And hell, I am going to pay when he finds out the true result of the spell as it comes to its end. I think I might just find myself come to my end today. …Sebastian POV…

Today it was Meghan’s turn. Megan looked pale from the very morning, her hands were trembling, she had problems braiding her hair. “I’ll help you.” Arya offered. “Thank you.” Megan was a pretty blond haired girl with large blue eyes. She was gentle and kind, and Arya felt sorry for her. It was always a great unknown who the buyer will be? It could be an Alpha looking for a well tamed wife, or a side lover or maybe you will be bought to work in a brothel or even to give birth to offspring for an Alpha and Alpha marriage and then the Omega is being disposed of or sold to gain some money back. Either way it was shit.

Craven gave hints of her old life. Majesta didn’t say anything, but the fog around her memories started to clear; she knew what he was, and fear spiked in her. She didn’t want him to touch her, let alone drink her blood. It all seemed to be fake, and she knew she was safe at Magnusson’s penthouse. The truth was that her body was lying in a bed on the Isle of Mist. Majesta screamed and thrashed at him, but he didn’t let her go. The world around her faded, and she woke to find him leaning into her. She screamed for real. This time, he could hear her voice echoing through the walls. Craven pulled away from her, smiled, blood-stained his lips; she had a horrible feeling that he had bitten her. W

“What is your title, exactly, sir. If I may know?’ He looked at me like he was Barack Obama and I was a greeter at the local big box store. “I am head of the United Council of Mages, Miss Nightingale. The highest power in all of magedom.” “I see,” I said, and then turned to look at Jaye for a moment who was trying to look all innocent. I turned back to him. “So where does the Council of Mages fit into all of this?” He looked at Jaye, too. “You didn’t explain to her?”

"What does this have to do with secret magic? I just want to know why she's like this and how my father could have done this to her ......" Count Noah was a little lost. "This ancient secret spell I also know can only be performed by a Blood Lord when he is about to die and breaks one of his bones, it was originally meant to return one half of the shared life, but Sarnus attached half of his own life to it." Quintas said to count Noah after wrapping my body in a red mass of light and then drawing back. "Half of his life? What the hell is going on here?" Count Noah pressed eagerly.

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.