True Blood The Magister Novels & Stories

The tallest of the men said in a booming voice. “Selena is under the protection of the Blood Fang pack. Who are you and what do you want with her?” Hunter demanded. His Alpha aura emanating from him in powerful waves. “I am Magister Janus, the head priest of our coven. Selena is my wife.” He removed his hood to reveal his face. “Release her to me now.” I was struck by how handsome he was with strong hawklike features and sharp, glittering blue eyes, almost agate like in appearance. Jet black hair combed back from his face sported lines of silver running through it.

"Magnus." The name hung between us like poison. Magnus had been a dark wolf, a practitioner of blood magic who had tried to overthrow the old pack orders years ago. He had been killed, his cult scattered, his followers hunted down and dealt with. But cults had a way of surviving, of hiding in shadows until they felt safe enough to emerge. "Magnus is dead," Damon said firmly. "I saw his body myself." "But his followers aren't," I said. "What if some of them survived? What if they've been waiting, gathering strength, and now with Hope's power manifesting, they see an opportunity?"

"The ambient energy... they’re draining the moonlight right out of the room!" From the shadows of the collapsing ceiling descended a figure taller than the rest, clad in robes etched with the ancient glyphs of the Outer Threshold. The Grand Magus of the Cult of the Void smiled beneath his cowl, his voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere at once. "The bloodlines of the mortals are so fragile," the Magus whispered, a sound that made the remaining glass vibrate. "You have fought well, children of the fallen king. But your spark belongs to the Deep. Yield, and your deaths will be quick."

Lanver followed him with his gaze. “It’s hard to believe, I know. But this is true, Lanver. You were not born as a human. You weren’t supposed to be in their world in the first place. Twenty-eight years ago, my father’s right hand was the most well-known mage in his time, Lord Vincentius.” Vincentius.

They spent the night filling Lili with the information she wanted to know. The first was about the true noble. The old mistresses explained about the noble’s businesses. The lord was an old powerful magus who controlled the dark side of Antacast. No, rather than control, his task was to manage the underworld. The old mistress was one of the first servants of the old magus. She handled a few things for him, especially the slave training. And even though the old mistress didn’t wish to do it, she had to because of the death oath the magus had forced her into. Or else, death.

"I know you initially hated so many things about this place. Make it what it should be, what you envisioned from the start before Camilla messed it all up. I will back whatever you do. Make this place finally what it should have been all along. A place to fix vampires like me. I love you. I always will. Maybe now I will earn some love in return. Mag." After I finished reading, Jo tossed more paperwork at me and said, "I hope you can make all the changes you need to in the next week or two because Sir Magness Carmichael, King of the Darkness and the oldest and scariest vampire in existence, just became your first pupil." "That... wait..." I stammered. Jo cut me off with a giggle. "It means yo

Everything he wanted to do started now. *** *** Magick was harder to master than Agent had anticipated. His memories from Tricksy's former lives were not very helpful. He had not lived many with full access to the Chaos God aura. It was like being a combination of both a no-fur and a tom while he was casting, manipulating the auras of the medical staff who had failed him and betrayed him. He'd meant to set them up for a long-suffering fate, one that might not even kill them. But things had gone... awry.

I cried out . "Yeah, that was because I thought he was going to get over whatever sick obsession he had with you and end up dumping you back in the ditch where he was found or better yet kill you but no. You must have cast a spell at him to make him head over heels for you, not anymore. I'm going to be the one to end it, I'm the only one fit to be by his side. He doesn't need you or that whore Mira but me, I'm the one who deserves to be . " her eyes looked unsettling.

The pain recedes entirely, replaced by warm certainty flowing through newly stabilized connections. Then catastrophe. The sanctuary doors burst open with explosive force, shattering the ritual's protective boundaries and sending a magical backlash rippling through the room. Standing in the doorway, flanked by masked figures in Northern colors, Magistra Vega surveys the interrupted ritual with cold satisfaction. "How touching," she observes, her gaze moving deliberately over our joined hands and the glowing amulet. "A romantic trio trying to undermine my spell work. Ambitious, but ultimately futile." The nobles in the antechamber scatter in panic as masked figures push past them into the sanc

"Master, we want to train our obedience." Laura suddenly held onto me while Camilla crawled under my crotch. "Tonight, we'll serve you well. You're our master. Percy, please let me do this. Otherwise, I will get punished," Tiffany begged before scrambling on all fours toward me. "No way! I have to go!" Right then, Laura let out a sharp cry. "It's not up to you now. Ms. Elledge, get him!" Before I could react, Laura and Camilla pulled my pants down, and Tiffany opened her mouth…