Ultra Magnus X Rodimus Novels & Stories

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

A frustrated sigh leaves Magnus’ lips before he claims, “That’s not what we need to focus on right now. If the hydralith wakes—” “It won’t wake unless I end its slumber with the flute,” Rasmus interrupts. An almost imperceptible smile touches his lips when he elaborates, “It’s a Merilure, my own invention. Hydralith are susceptible to certain vibrations. This amplifies it and puts them into a sort of magical slumber.”

"Egon, get to the lobby right now. Drag Noah Tiedemann out of the territory. He is banned from every single piece of land owned by the Silverclaw Pack." Noah makes a horrible, strangled noise in his throat. "And cancel his position with the Moonsong Bard Guild," Magnus adds, his eyes never leaving Noah's face. "He is no longer allowed near my young wolf." Magnus grins, a scary, sharp glint in his eyes as he reaches into Noah's jacket and plucks the black keycard away. "Not anymore. This room belongs to me now." My pulse is racing super fast as Magnus steps back, brushing off his sleeves like Noah was nothing but dirty mud. Two big Elite Wolf Sentinels appear out of the shadows, grabbing Noah

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

The collision sent him skidding backward, boots digging furrows in the earth, but the shield held. "Dragon magic," the godking observed, genuine surprise colouring his voice. "How... unexpected." A figure appeared beside Rex—tall, insectoid, her chitin armor gleaming like polished obsidian in the unnatural light. Queen Ullysarius herself, her compound eyes reflecting the golden glow of Fafnir's power. "Your timing is impeccable," Rex acknowledged. "The blessed one calls, we answer," she replied, drawing twin blades of crystalline material. "Disrupt his ritual. My forces will handle his defenders."

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

Magnus wanted that power so he could go back and take what he felt was rightfully his! It didn’t take long for him to find out that he simply had to go to the warrior barracks to receive the power. When he arrived, he was surprised to find warriors with gleaming red eyes. The rogues were standing in queues waiting to be scratched by the red-eyed warriors, which apparently was how they shared their power. Magnus decided that he would take the chance. It didn’t seem as if the rogues were that much different from the way they were before they were scratched. He reached the front of the line and received his scratch, but as soon as it was done, Magnus realized what a huge mistake he had made.

he rasped. I met his eyes. Power surged between us, old and deep—the bond that had never truly died. We moved as one, lunging at Cyrus. My light and his steel, twin streams converging. For a heartbeat we broke through his defense, our combined strike hurling him back against the altar. But Magnus recovered, roaring, and slammed his palm to the ground. Spikes of stone erupted, forcing us apart. I tumbled sideways, barely catching myself. Rowan rolled the other way, his sword skittering from his grip.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

The Saltmarsh alpha's fortress was built on stilts over black water, and the Moon-Wolves were caged beneath it. I crouched in the reeds with Bastian's shoulder pressed against mine, and the swamp stench of rot and salt filled my lungs. The fortress loomed above us on wooden pillars, torchlight bleeding through the floorboards and reflecting off the still black water. Underneath, in the muck and the dark, iron cages hung from chains. "There," Rook whispered, pointing. "Six of them. Two omegas, three betas, one alpha. Silver collars on all of them."