Alec Lightwood Magnus Bane Novels & Stories

“In the flesh. I thought that was you, but then thought no way she would be here of all places,” “Only for a few more days,” I replied. Weston leans down to whisper in my ear when Bane stands to his feet and pushes him away. If Weston would have been a threat the Amulet would have never let him get that close. I push on Bane's chest. “Bane, it's fine. He’s not going to hurt me,” Banes green eyes met mine and he frowns. “You trust this guy? Well don’t Cali he’s Charles son,”

I shield my eyes as the light gets brighter. The light dies down, and when I open my eyes, I stare at the ghostly figure of a man. The man is tall, has long brown hair that falls down his back. His brown eyes sparkle, and his fair skin shines. Bane growls loudly before picking Bastian up with his teeth and throwing him onto his back. ‘No one come near Bastian, or I’ll tear you apart.’ Bastian seems to be in shock, and he can’t speak though his mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water.

How the same man I saw unconscious had walked in here like a damn miracle. He leaned closer. “Alpha Alaric,” he said, careful with his volume. “He had a pact with my father. A real one. The kind they seal with blood and teeth. He got wind of the war. He’d already been watching Lucas, but he needed proof. So he used someone... someone with darker magic. Enough to rip Olga down.” My breath stuttered. That name still crawled over my skin like a parasite. “But this?” Alec’s voice dropped to a low murmur. He touched my face. “This was you. All of it. You marked me. If you hadn’t, I’d be gone. Help came too late. But you kept me here.”

“So long as he keeps up with the ointments I gave him, he'll be fine” Lucian didn't respond. His hand balled on the railing. Uncle Bane's long beard lightly swept with the breeze. The night wore on. “How do you feel after the ceremony?” Bane asked finally. “How’s the mantle sitting on your shoulders?” Lucian threw his head back in absolute mourning, rubbing a hand down his face. “Give me a fucking break, uncle” he groaned. Uncle Bane brushed off his complaint. “What's your first act as Alpha”

Cody looked at James and asked, “Are you really going to fight Magnus? You must understand that the power disparity between the both of you is huge. No matter what secret Supernatural Art you perform, you won’t be able to compensate for your weak strength.” “Don’t worry, I know what to do.” Leaving this remark, James turned to leave Bane City. He knew he had no choice but to answer Magnus’ challenge. Otherwise, Wyrmstead would be the target of reprisal if he turned down his challenge. Just as he left Bane City, a voice came from behind him. “James.” James turned his head. A man wearing a white robe was swiftly approaching him from a distance away. His hair was long, and his skin was as fair

Three was enough. He craned his head backward. “I – I’m a Bane, from a second-class aristocratic family,” he said. “We have plenty of fighters in our family who haven’t shown their faces yet. You’d better think about it. You probably won’t be able to escape if you kill me!” “Hah! I don’t fear death. Besides, I believe that every problem can be solved once we get there!” Fane laughed. That one sentence sent a chill crawling up the other man’s spine.

"Bane was loyal to Kael's father, but three years is a long time. People change when Elder Mara starts handing out council silver." "Bane hates Mara," I assured her, handing Lysa a sealed parchment containing our coded meeting signals. "She executed his brother for minor treason two winters ago. He has been waiting for an opportunity to pull her down. Tell him I need the original forge dispatch ledger for the incendiary pitch." Lysa tucked the parchment into her tunic lining, looking up at me with dark, protective concern. "And what will you do while I'm at the border pass? Spend more time in the guest house watching Kael play father?"

My hands moved to Damon's hair as I sucked on his sexy lips, with so much seriousness. Suddenly, I felt myself been ripped away from Damon. It all happened in a swift motion as a muscular body pounced on Damon. I watched as they rolled off to the floor. A feeling of panic knotted in my stomach as I realized who it was. Bane. He began punching Damon who wasn’t even given a chance to recover. My whole clique watched in panic because the person who had taken Damon down was an Alpha and no other rank had a chance with an Alpha. “No, stop!! Stop!!!” I yelled at Bane's direction. Making use of my werewolf speed, I instantly rushed to where he was defiantly beating Damon up.

I want to feel completely and totally numb. “Athena? Is that you?” a deep but familiar masculine voice says from behind me. I turn to see Magnus Bane in all his handsome glory... His face glowed like the sun, handsome men and their dramas. So done. Although am surprised. I really didn’t think I was going to see him again. Especially after the way Eros had acted toward him the other day. “Mr Bane,” I say glumly. "Please call me Magnus, No sir or Mr remember?"He says chuckling...

Allison almost begged her friend who widened her eyes. “No.. Don't say. Ali, nobody takes his name openly. He is the Dark walker. He is the most powerful man on this earth and can create the bloodbath in seconds around you by his bare hands only.” Nora voiced out, recalling the words once her father said to her. “Who?” Allison dared to ask. She was not ready to lose her family by that damn man’s hands. Nora stared at her and uttered silently. “LYCEON, the dark walker, the last original Lycan blood from the deadly kingdom in the whole world.”