Magnus 40k Novels & Stories

It was over between us. Magnus took my breath away. A white blouse shirt featuring lace detailing at the throat was part of his attire, complemented by black pants and high boots. He slicked his dark hair back from his forehead and tied it at the back. On his left hand, a ruby ring glinted in the sunlight. He looked as if he had stepped out of another era.

Again. “Again.” Hours passed like that. Strike. Fall. Stand. Repeat. The sky shifted slightly, but the cold never left. Ragnar’s movements became tighter. Sharper. Less wasted energy. His breathing steadied, not because he wasn’t tired, but because he was forcing control over it. Magnus watched him carefully. Not with anger. Not with pride. Just calculation. “Pain is nothing,” Magnus said at one point, circling him slowly. “Pain is a signal. It tells you where you are weak.”

Sarah shoves me aside and moves toward Magnus, forgoing formalities and instantly inspecting his numerous injuries. Magnus gives her a shy, but polite, smile, but his eyes remain locked on mine, questioning. Questioning everything, of course, because this plan wasn’t the least bit thought through. Not at all. I just had to come back. At least to Maatua, where I knew a few family members would be stationed in wait for Zayn’s grand event. Magnus came because he won’t be coming back to KiloKilo for a while, seeing as he has a very sick mate on the mainland, and also I needed him as a buffer. Zayn, of course, is still on KiloKilo delegating and whatnot, given that our waters are now swarmed by A

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

They were milky, fading. ‎ ‎"Is she... intact?" Julius wheezed. ‎ ‎"She's alive," Magnus said. "That's all that matters." ‎ ‎Magnus turned to Vargo. ‎ ‎"Strap her down," Magnus ordered. "Prep the transfusion lines." ‎ ‎"Wait!" I scrambled backward, hitting the leg of a surgical table. "You can't do this! Kaelen is coming! The pack knows!" ‎ ‎"Let them come," Magnus said, stripping off his torn jacket and rolling up his sleeves. He grabbed a scalpel from a tray. "By the time they breach the gates, I will be immortal, and you will be a husk."

He wore a heavy coat made of thick bear fur and his chest was covered in silver scars; the marks of ancient battles with the Council's elite Enforcers. This was Alpha Magnus, the leader of the northern blood-wolves. Magnus walked slowly down the path, his heavy boots made deep thuds in the mud. He stopped five feet away from us, he gazed over Kael’s bleeding arm before locking directly onto my face. For a long, tense moment nobody breathed. The only sound was the crackle of the low campfires and the distant hum of the wind through the cliffs. Magnus leaned forward, his nose twitched as he took in my scent.

Anne Jenner goes half a year, you go half a year? Magnus: It's not a matter of being a Huu family, you don't have to worry about going anywhere. Recently, the Magnus family corporation had a civil war to the point of chipping his forehead, Magnus had to temporarily put aside his military science and technology project to plan and prepare to fight a fierce battle with those old demons.

The whirlwind howled before them, a menacing portal into Thana’s dark realm. Magnus's voice dropped into a commanding tone, his sharp gaze flicking to each of his companions. “Listen to me. Wait until I say, 'step', okay? Stay close. Is that clear?” His words carried the weight of an Alpha’s authority, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. The warriors nodded, their faces grim with determination. They had fought beside Magnus through countless battles, but this felt different—an enemy beyond the mortal realm. The air around them buzzed with dark magic, and the portal ahead seemed to pulse with an unnatural life of its own.

The only thing I could make out from her outfit was that it was a warsuit. Just when she felt a presence in her room, she turned and saw me. I smiled weakly at her. It seems Sage's first attack did a great deal on me considering the fact that I never strengthened my power level after I got my powers back. "Megan?" Morgana gasped. She ran up to me. She pulled me into her embrace but instead of reciprocating the gesture, I collapsed into her hands. Everything went fuzzy at first. I could not see her face clearly before it all blacked out. TBC ... Pardon any mistake or incompetency guys.

My chest and abdomen felt as if they would collapse inward and kill me by cutting off my breathing. Kael made an instantaneous lunge. “You see?” Magnus stated, his voice whispering directly into Kael’s ear and said; this is always what happens when you have hesitation in your bloodstream.” Magnus’s eyes flicked back to me. “Do it. Do it Right now and rise!