Magnus 40k Novels & Stories

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

Survival depended on obedience, and Kael’s authority was absolute. The rogue from earlier, the one marked with the twisted silver thorn of Magnus, froze, retreating into the shadows, prey realizing it had been hunting death itself. Every movement I made, every thought, every heartbeat felt amplified. Magnus was here, a looming storm, and yet Kael moved like a calm shadow, a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. I understood the dynamic instinctively: Magnus sought a measure, a test. And Kael, unwavering, would meet it without letting either of us falter.

Finn shattered completely as he cried out Magnus’s name through broken sobs. Afterward, Magnus pushed a new vibrating plug inside him that was thicker than before, with a remote controlled by Magnus’s phone. He turned it on low, making Finn whimper as it buzzed constantly against his abused prostate. “You’ll wear this home,” Magnus ordered, kissing the fresh bloody bites on Finn’s thighs almost tenderly. “I may turn it on whenever I want tonight.”

A single crack had appeared across its dark armor. Then... The crack healed. “No...” Magnus whispered. “It regenerated.” The champion slowly turned toward Kael. It raised one finger. A beam of black light shot forward. Kael barely crossed his spear in time. The impact launched him across the battlefield. He crashed into a crystal tower, bringing the entire structure down with him. “I’m okay!” he shouted weakly. “I think...” Elara rolled her eyes in relief. “You always say that.” Before anyone could laugh, the Null Sovereign spread both arms.

I nodded and rested my head against him, both of us silent and enjoying the moment before there was a knock on my door and Cadmus, Magnus and Blaze stepped into the room. All of them were bare-chested and only wearing pants, Blaze in a low-slung pair of jeans, top button undone and no underwear in sight, the image already giving me butterflies. Magnus wore a pair of royal purple lounge pants that sat low on his hips and Cadmus was in dark green pants, the material perfectly cut and tailored and showed off his strong thighs and backside. Goddess the sight of them did things to me and it was impossible to disguise the sudden and intense feeling of need that coursed through me, the scent of it

I stand tall and look at him curiously wondering what he means. "What Maximus means to convey to ma'am, is that we don't know exactly how this will go. Magma and Igneous are the first of our kinds to find there mate. We know that the symptoms he has are in response to the withdrawal that he feels from being away from her" the giant blonde says.

Temujin tugged and the weapon flew back to him. Meanwhile, Magnar had continued his slide all the way to the end of the ring and, without decreasing speed, hurtled up the wall and then kicked off, executing a back flip that dropped him right in front of Temujin. He landed on one foot with surprising grace, bringing down his two swords with him. Fortunately, Temujin was ready and blocked both sword chops with his scythe and chain, which were still red-hot from all the flames. Magnar kicked off again and slid backwards. If his boot blades weren’t visible, it would seem as though he was levitating on ice. He may be huge but he wasn’t slow at all. On his mother element, he was as light-footed a

It was inexplicably intense. At the same time we pulled our teeth from the others scales and stepped back, the movements clumsy, almost like we were drunk. I shifted back to human and took unsteady steps before I felt the world tilt and then I was falling. Only to be caught in the arms of Magnus who in turn stumbled and Kane caught us both, helping us fall to our knees and letting us catch our breath. I blinked away the stars and looked at Magnus, gasping as I saw the large abstract design on his shoulder and down his side. It was shades of green, grey, silver, emerald and black. In the beautiful mix of shades, I could see raven wings, dragon scales and paw prints along with a sliver of a cr

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.”