Ultra Magnus X Rodimus Novels & Stories

"The serum can't override deity-level power." I opened my mismatched eyes and looked at Magnus, one silver eye and one gold eye both glowing with rage. "You made a mistake," I said, my voice echoed with the wolves' power. "You gave me exactly what I needed to resist you." I pulled away from Joanna easily, she flew backwards and hit the wall. Magnus stumbled back toward the vault door. "Guards!" he shouted. "Subdue her now!" Rogues flooded into the chamber but I raised my hand and silver-gold light exploded from my palm, the rogues were thrown back like leaves.

“No, this is also your area. Druscilla covers the whole of America while you cover Europe. What if all the elders from other continents join hands and eradicate him? You all know that Druscilla has been the problem all these years and yet you did nothing but let him rule over.” Lycan King smirked at that, acknowledging his defeat, “You’re still the same. You planned this all out pretty well.” Magnus nodded, “And I did a huge favor to you last time. Why not return it back? Aren't we friends like you said?” He stood up. “I’ll Think about it.” They then left the pack instantly and promised to come back to help us. The day went by, with Gusev visiting for a second. Since Dimitri and Magnus came

We can change at any moment that we want. The physical characteristics we're also unique, we have different colors of furs. Our Alpha Maximus was the white one. His eyes were red but it turns into brown haze in the daytime. The twins Cassius and Magnus, both have grey fur, but Cassius has ocean eyes while Magnus's eye color is bright like the sun.

Therefore, judging solely from the wooden staff I made, it would be impossible to tell whether it came from a divine smith or a demon smith. The craftsman examined the staff with unrestrained excitement, while I continued rapidly forging other weapons according to the blueprints—until Magni entered the hall. Magni was a tall, imposing elder. Though his hair was entirely white, his physique remained robust. He wore a long black robe of a grand demon smith that trailed along the floor, his snow-white hair cascading over it.

He tried to speak, to plead for his life, but only gurgles escaped his lips. Isolde leaned in closer, her voice dripping with contempt. “You should have shared your full vision with Agnes, Magnus. But you chose to withhold some part of the truth. Now, I’ll take care of tailoring the truth to my liking.” With a cruel smile, she withdrew a wickedly sharp blade and drove it into his chest, over and over again. Each brutal stab sent waves of agony through Magnus’s body, and his vision grew dimmer with every heartbeat. Gasping for breath, he mustered the last of his fading strength. He focused on the Stone of Utah, an artifact of unimaginable power. In his final moments, he whispered incantations

He was getting tired at the confused looks and the worried looks his companions constantly gave him. ‘Remember, information is power’ Fafnir warned. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rex knew what he meant so decided that he would share a part of his story. “As you both know, I am a Magnus, and with being a Magnus, I can sometimes use the power of a dragon to aid me in combat. The reason why I seem like I zone out, is because he talks to me inside my head, it can get very distracting at times. But as you have both also seen, the strain of my body also becomes too much the more I use.”

Each strike they landed carried the force of every rebel’s hope. At the dais entrance, Vera yanked the heavy bronze doors open. Inside, Magnus stood at the console—his regal armor blackened with ash, eyes blazing with fury and disbelief. “Vera Moonlock,” he sneered, voice echoing in the vaulted chamber. “And the mad dog at your side. I should have killed you both on the same night.” Lucien snarled, stepping between Vera and Magnus. “Your reign ends here.” Magnus uprooted a crystal shard from the dais’s console, summoning a pulse of crackling energy. “Then die, siblings!” He hurled the shard; it spiraled through the chamber, trailing violet sparks.

the woman said with a wide, unnerving smirk that made me want to rip it right off her face. Flaring my nostrils, I spat at the woman, but she stepped back and shook her head unimpressed. "And there you go, a rogue in her natural form," she said in a mocking tone, her lips curling back. "A bitch." "Why am I here against my will?" I snapped. "You stole from us and you're a rogue," she said. "I stole from humans and since when is it a crime to be a rogue?" She stepped forward and grabbed my hair, before pulling my head back. "You're not allowed to talk back, Mutt!"

So caught up in his fantasy, he ran into her back when she stopped next to Magnus' table again. Ulfhild stumbled with the unexpected impact and shot a menacing glare over her shoulder at him. He shrugged slightly and let his lips curl up in a smirk. It would not do to let her have any idea how she affected him. Odin's eye! She was simply an attractive woman. He hadn't bedded one in a while so he was distracted by her. That was all. His wolf whined in protest and Brand shoved him down. "Ahh, welcome back, Brandur the Destroyer," Magnus said jovially, leaning back in his large wooden chair and picking his teeth with a small, sharpened bone. "Now you more resemble the Viking warrior you claim t

The remaining Steel Vultures… about thirty of us now, after Carl's departure… had taken defensive positions without being asked. "What are we looking at?" I asked quietly. "Trouble," Jack muttered, handing me the binoculars. "Big trouble." I focused on the lead rider and felt my stomach drop. Even at this distance, even after seven years, I recognized the massive frame and platinum hair of Magnus Veyra. The Crimson Howlers' alpha was a legend in the supernatural world… and not the good kind. Where most pack leaders tried to maintain some veneer of civilization, Magnus ruled through pure brutality.