Magnus 40k Novels & Stories

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.”

Elora felt her ears bleeding with a lot of instructions of 'must' duties. " Failure to do any of this is ten strikes of claws", " Eh", with her eyes widened, she exclaimed, "Ten strikes of claws", " Three failures to do your work right will lead to demotion. I am Magnus". ' yeah... Nice meeting you..', she said wearily in her mind with her face dropping. Magnus looked at her one more time before exiting the room, leaving her alone to do her tasks she turned back to the large room and heaved a long sigh.

He moves effortlessly as if he is dancing and I just stop on my tracks. There is no wonder why a flock of women are willing to breed for him if it means having some of that body. This is not a man that lifts weight in front of a mirror. That is a man that lifts rogues and breaks them in half. He is big but not big enough to make him slow. His body is the perfect mixture of power and agility. Magnus is dangerous. Hot and dangerous. “Glad to see you come around.” “He is hot, I give you that. That doesn’t make him less of an asshole.”

But again, it was like wounding a beast that only grew angrier the more it bled. Magnus grabbed Kael by the throat and hurled him like a broken toy across the clearing. Kael hit the ground hard, rolling once, twice, before lying still for a horrifying second. My stomach twisted painfully. "No!" I cried, sprinting toward him, but Magnus wasn’t finished. He muttered dark words under his breath — ancient, blackened incantations — and the very earth trembled. Jagged tendrils of darkness erupted from the ground, snaking toward Kael and me.

Yet suddenly, like a beacon of hope to all, a warm yellow light, so strong and bright that one would mistake its presence to be the sun, shined in the midst of the blind chaos of war. It glowed unrelentingly and unforgivingly, chasing the shadows into oblivion and turning gathered demons into dust. And facing the full brunt of the magnificence, in the middle of the short-paused war, was Magnus. He stumbled on nothing as he hurriedly stepped away from the harsh light, his own bright eyes blinded by the sheer force. His cloak of black and blood red magic swirled around him in a tornado of speed, crackling in the air like tittering birds, to cover him from the assault.

Magnus roared and lunged for my shoulders, "You fucking bitch! I tried playing nice, but you keep forcing my hand. Dad made it clear that if you're not back by today, you're dead to all of us." Before I could strike back, a mechanized voice rang inside my head. [Quick Quest Unlocked: Let Magnus Blanc get a taste of free fall. Reward: 51% of Lumos Entreprise's stocks.] Lumos was the largest business empire in the city. Gabriel's company barely qualified as a warm-up act beside that juggernaut. I grabbed Magnus by the arm and flipped him over my shoulder. It took almost no effort. Magnus was the type who lived behind a computer screen, a basement-dwelling nerd with the physique of a couch pota

"This man killed my unborn child. Eye for an eye! Bring me your firstborn." "Alpha Magnus," I started, as Adira made her way through the crowd, holding a little girl. Both wore flower crowns. She stared at Magnus. We all did. A man in his late twenties stands tall, drawing everyone’s attention. His long, jet-black hair falls past his shoulders, framing a chiseled, stern face. His golden eyes are intense and almost otherworldly, giving him a mysterious air. He has broad shoulders and a strong, athletic build, making him look imposing. Intricate tattoos wind across his arms and peek above his collar, hinting at stories beneath. His expression is serious, and his sharp features rarely show emot

Magnus said with a grimace, “Issue an order that Sirius will replace Hannah’s position. Send him to Lilyrose with firearms. He must bring back the Nether Viper Sword and Kaze. “Times have changed. We can’t just fight with our fists now. “No one can outrun bullets.” “Yes, sir.” Yves took off. With Yves gone, Magnus’ chilling demeanor vanished. He stumbled back and slumped into a chair. His gaze fell on Kaze’s scroll on the desk. The words seemed to have magic to draw his attention. “Ugh!” Magnus spat out blood, splattering a red trail right before him. “That’s impossible. How could the bastard be so strong?”

Vera led Lucien across the snow-blanketed uplands, the wind howling like lost spirits through skeletal pines. Below them, the frozen lake stretched like shattered glass, its ivory expanse framed by jagged cliffs. At the far shore, Magnus waited—his polished black armor gleaming beneath the red-tinged sun, a circle of loyalists forming a silent ring behind him. “Brother,” Magnus called, voice echoing across the ice. “Come claim your birthright—or perish where you stand.”

He needed to cut the financial strings keeping the puppet moving. Standing behind a curved, ergonomic desk, Magnus crossed his massive arms. He loomed over the hunched, trembling figure of Aris, the pack’s head cyber-security technician. "You are moving too slowly," Magnus growled, his deep voice easily overpowering the hum of the servers. Aris flinched, his fingers freezing over the glowing mechanical keyboard. Sweat beaded heavily on his pale forehead, slicking his thin blonde hair. He pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose.