Ultra Magnus X Rodimus Novels & Stories

"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

Her long silky white hair had a bluish tint in it and partly hid four velvety horns that slightly branched out into forks. “Let me introduce you all,” said Damien, “This is Lord Ombra of the Shadow Dragons and Lady Lucille of the Dragons of Light.” The lady made a slight curtsy at the mention of her name. “Ombra, Lucille” continued Damien, “This is Dorin Silvius a wind mage, that there is Sebastian Revious an enchanter, and this fire mage must be...” “Johan.” Johan answered, “I’m Johan Ignacius.”

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."

Rodin shielded Xenia with his entire body, taking the brunt of the backlash. Suddenly, Mason stumbled back into the clearing, his face twisted in a mix of grief and rage. He took up his position by Melania only looking shocked for a moment when he realized Rodin was on the other side. “Rodin,” he snapped. “You belong over here.” Rodin huffed at him, moving even closer to Xenia. Mason shared a glance with Melania and without hesitation they both lunged for the group. ***

"Aquamet Ignam. Per Teram at Erem Peripheco at Consecratet. Revoke at Revivae with Spiritus. Vineat at Corpus. Resurgent at Quod Perditum Est Restitutor. Elody Moonborn!" Odessa screamed, and there was a loud crash.

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.