Ultra Magnus X Rodimus Novels & Stories

With Magnus by her side, Lara felt a surge of renewed energy coursing through her veins, her strength reigniting like a wildfire. Magnus handed Lara the ancient blade. Its silver edge shimmered with a soft glow beneath the radiant moonlight. The intense battle began in a violent clash of power and fury. Magnus, with his fierce wolf instincts and unparalleled combat prowess, charged at Cyrus, the ruthless commander of Thana's dark army. Their claws met in a deadly dance of strength, each move calculated yet savage. The ground beneath them shook as they exchanged blows, their growls echoing through the forest like thunder. Cyrus, a formidable opponent, wielded dark magic in tandem with his bru

Ricchar put his glass down. "My mother was Lykan." Magnus forced another smile. "I'm a hybrid, for lack of a better word." "Right." Magnus squinted at Ricchar. "You're the only pureblood vamp I've met with a very discerning nose." "Hyperosmia. My mother was the same. So, Ilya married a pureblood Lykan?" "Let's just say I was an unwanted accident." Magnus chuckled. With my fist clenching beside my concealed weapon, my leg turned restless under the table. I eyed the guy sitting across from me, gauging the real emotion behind his reaction.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

Mr. Rashford’s face contorted with rage, his slick suit gleaming under the fluorescent lights as he jabbed a finger at Nero. “How dare you a sucker like you to bully my wife? And then talk back to me?” he roared, his voice shaking the air like a beast’s bellow. “I’ll teach you a bloody lesson today on behalf of your family, the most painful lesson of your life! And just who are you?” “I’m Nero Magnus,” Nero said, his voice steady, cutting through the chaos like a blade. “The exiled son of the Magnus empire, the father of these kids.”

I know this cologne. I stepped aside from the person and looked up. I trembled as the bottle of water fell from my hands. Standing before me is the very devil himself wearing all black and his hair was hidden under a black beanie. His Forest-green eyes adopted a red shade. On the front of his jeans, gun projects. His boots look dirty and have a muddy stain on them. "Lando," I whispered too quietly. "Yea baby." His lips curved into a crooked smirk. How did he get in? And where is Dave?

He stopped gazing at Aiden who flashed a devious grin. “See. I just got us an invitation.” Aiden patted Hadrian's back before stepping into the stranger's humble abode. Closing the door, he led them into the living room motioning them to make themselves comfortable. Hadrian watched as the candles burned in bright yellow flames. It reminded him of spell practicing and learning how to gain control of his powers. “Have a seat. I'm Magnus Roberto. Demetrius was among my great great grandfathers.” “It's nice to meet you in person.” Hadrian said as they shook hands.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Magnus thrashed, the shadows writhing violently around him— And then— Ron finished the spell. A brilliant surge of golden light erupted, the runes searing through the darkness, purging it, forcing it out of Magnus’s body. Magnus let out an earth-shattering scream—his body convulsing violently—before the dark magic was ripped away from him. The shadows shattered, evaporating into nothingness. Then—silence. Magnus collapsed, his breathing ragged, his body shaking uncontrollably. His eyes—no longer black—were wide with shock… with fear.

I said with a dark smile. “Times have changed, Kieran, this Council is filled with fools and cowards, I hate everything they stand for but I am just one werewolf, I can openly defy them, so I scheme in the dark.”Maximus replied with controlled rage. I thought about it for a minute. I wanted to badly get my hands on that fucking Magnus Steel. I remembered the way he talked with Sage like they were old friends, I hated the way he looked at her like she was his possession.

Sierra That didn't go well at all. Not that I really expected it to. Hell, the man is stubborn. I've watched him for a year now. Watched him drink himself into a stupor for at least two-thirds of each day. He paid Dmitri a mountain of gold to stay at the club or the vampire would have booted him out months ago. Roland, my twin brother, isn't happy that a dragon shifter has been under the same roof as me. Not that my brother spends too much time being happy. The only person grumpier than him is Sarn.