Ultra Magnus X Rodimus Romane & Geschichten

He cursed under his breath. The nun ignored his remark and stood beside Lucas again. She raised her both hands and closed her eyes. She hummed for a second and chanted her ritual, repeatedly, in endless loops. ‘Bron tu neto Sir ravyo forenso Portu harem mossuna! Domus, Domus, Domus!’

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

I walk down the ivy. It's strange that there are so few guards here now. — Stop, Carolianna!—there's a rod stuck in my back. Huge. I didn't understand who it was, but it's for sure-if I move, I'll be incinerated. —You can kill me, I'm going to get out of here anyway.—I said firmly. —Kill you? Carolianna, are you crazy?— My heart trembled. Scott! — Sorry, I made a bad joke.—Ultima smiled.— Are you having bad days?

Not again. Above us, Magnus stood in the glow of the cave’s destruction, no longer man, no longer wolf. His form had twisted, elongated limbs, blackened eyes, and skin cracked with dark veins that pulsed like roots feeding on hatred. When his voice came, it was wrong. Too deep, too many layers. Like something ancient was speaking through him. “You’ve forced my hand, Amara,” he said, smiling through jagged teeth. “You could’ve been a goddess.”

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

"I want the Rogues to see their 'General' broken. It sends a message." ‎ ‎"You're going to regret this, Blood-bag," Vexa spat, a line of blood drooling from her lip. ‎ ‎Magnus ignored her. He grabbed my arm, his fingers digging into the bruise he had left earlier. ‎ ‎"The organ is starting," he hissed in my ear. "If you scream... if you struggle... Vargo puts a bullet in the cripple's head right there in the pew. Do you understand?" ‎ ‎I looked at Vexa. She gave me a barely perceptible shake of her head. Don't yield.

"This is over at this moment!" Magnus looked back, his gaze icy and strategic. Xander, you have missed the deadline. The actual game has started already. Prior to Xander's reaction, Magnus triggered a tool on his wrist, causing the pathway to collapse and blocking his exit. Xander was left standing amidst the destruction, overwhelmed by frustration and anger. He reunited with his team, their triumph overshadowed by the fact that Magnus had escaped from them once more. They had inflicted damage on his activities, however, the battle was not yet finished.

“Through a blood oath with Ronan.” The cave went silent. Derek’s hands trembled with rage. “That’s not possible. Ronan is dead.” The rogue tilted his head. “Is he?” A chill ran down my spine. “Ronan’s magic was never destroyed,” the rogue continued. “It lingered, waiting for a vessel. And Magnus—” he exhaled—“was the perfect host.” Jax cursed. Derek’s jaw tightened. “So Magnus isn’t just an Alpha.” The rogue nodded. “No. He is a shadow of Ronan himself.”