Magnus 40k の小説・ストーリー

His back was turned and you couldn't see his face, but he looked to be about six feet tall, with a broad back, snow-white skin, and black hair. He is definitely stronger than some of the palace guards. My goodness, I can see his and the big crown he was wearing now. He is beautiful. But now, looking at this man, and the immersion of the forest, I realize that I know nothing about the outside world. I want adventures, but I know I won't get them. I get closer to observe him better, not that I'm interested in him, but when I look at him I feel a chill in my stomach, my legs shake, my heart speeds up, I have trouble breathing.

Each exchange had been at the meetings the leaders of the seven magics held once a century. We arrived quickly. Gabriel halted at the edge of Keening Forest. It was known for its giant pine trees, and hostile phantoms said to be able to make you crazy or hallucinate or both. Seeing one wasn't high on my list, but it was highly likely we would. Gabriel released me, allowing my feet to crunch against the dried grass. "This way," I said, wanting to get this over with before it began. "I don't know," Ryden said, her high voice quivering. "Are you sure this is necessary? I mean, can't you command Devoran to come to you?"

I wondered. "Because I'm reading a lot book, hahaha. Magnus is a tough opponent, brother. They have a pyramid called 'Magumento'. It's divided into three ranks. At the top, the elites, just one look, you'll be ordered. At the second rank is the masters, just by touching and you'll be subdued. Then the bottom line is the begginers, still has to do to you what they want to order." He walked towards the bed. He took the blanket and cover it to Blake.

She rolled her eyes playfully. Lena took over, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper that would have been perfect for a YouTube conspiracy video. "Decades ago, Magnus fought in a war. Not just any war. A supernatural conflict that most humans don't even know existed. He was fighting Alpha Kazakh – a legendarily brutal leader whose anaconda tattoo is said to come alive during battle." "Come alive?" Cathy's eyes were the size of dinner plates. "That's real? Real?"

Below, a sleek black car door swings open. A man steps out. Tall. Composed. Radiating power so thick it mixes with the night air like smoke. Magnus Vale Even from here, two floors up, I can feel it, the raw heavy dominance that makes my lungs tighten and my pulse race. The Dominance of his scent makes me catch my breath from up here. He doesn't say a word, the world seem to fold around him. Kieran approachs him, with his shoulders tense, his entire posture defensive in a way I've never seen before.

He was terrified of the situation, but he wasn't hiding guilt. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Kael’s heart was slightly elevated, but her blood smelled entirely of ozone and steel. Pure warrior. No deception. Thump-thump-thump. Elder Vance was furious, his blood pressure spiking, his scent thick with arrogant indignation. But beneath the arrogance, there was no rot. I shifted my glowing silver gaze to the High Warlock. His name was Magnus. He was ancient, his skin like yellowed parchment pulled tight over brittle bones. He stood perfectly still, his hands tucked neatly into the wide sleeves of his crimson robes. His face was a mask of serene, magical detachment.

Carter tried to close in the distance between them, but Magnus was able to keep away with the fireballs. Then an arrow shot towards Magnus. Magnus hurriedly swiped his hand and a slash of flames was seen in the air. Once the arrow flew into it, it turned into smoke. Magnus was now gritting his teeth. Then Kerrigan flew towards him. “Enough!” Magnus screamed as he swiped his hand sideways. A giant wall of fire was manifested in front of him. Kerrigan had to fly back. I didn’t blame him as I could feel the incredible heat from where I was standing a distance away. How was Magnus even still alive on the other side?

And standing in the destroyed doorway was Magnus. His eyes blazed that supernatural blue, so bright they seemed to light up the dim room. His hands had shifted into claws—long, black, razor-sharp talons that looked like they could tear through steel. His canines had elongated into fangs that showed when he peeled his lips back in a snarl that was purely predatory. The growl that came from his chest wasn't human. It was the sound an apex predator makes before it kills. "GET. YOUR. FUCKING. HANDS. OFF. HER."

I stomped my foot as I gritted my teeth. This wasn’t how it was meant to go! But fine, if they wanted to pick the losing side, then I was happy to win. I spotted Magnus down in the courtyard. His broad back was covered in black plate armour; legs enclosed in tight dark leather. Boots crunching as he shouted instructions and pointed the men in various directions. His sword knocking against that thick thigh. He was quite delicious when he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous cloak. When this is all over, I’m going to force that moustache of his between my legs. The man is dense. Hints don’t work. My pussy clenched in anticipation.

"They're surrounding the mansion. Military training, supernatural weapons, orders to take me alive if possible but dead works too." Magnus was already moving, hitting the alarm button on his desk. The pack siren wailed through the mansion, three long blasts that meant imminent attack. But something else was happening. The closer the mercenaries got, the more my skin felt like it was on fire. Power crackled through my veins, and I could taste electricity in the air. "How many?" Magnus demanded, pulling weapons from a hidden cabinet. "Twelve. Maybe fifteen." I concentrated harder, trying to sort through the flood of hostile minds. "They have silver nets, wolfsbane darts, and something called a