Magnus 40k Novels & Stories

Magnus' POV The afternoon sun filtered through the thick branches of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows over the courtyard. Magnus stood in its shade, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the distant horizon as a restless energy simmered beneath his calm exterior. The weight of expectations and half-truths pressed heavily on his shoulders. He had built this life purposefully, choosing Riana as his mate to strengthen the pack. Everything was supposed to be perfect, yet something gnawed at him—something intangible but insistent.

The Ice dragons guarded their path to the right keeping it free from the flying enemies, and April and Adrastus blocked the air to their left, the huge black dragon bellowing fiercely in his rage. The wind created a platform at their feet and as they ascended past the dragons, all four beasts trumpeted loudly at the Tri mates honoring their bravery. Closer the void came and the pull of the nothingness began to grab hold, flaying the flesh in swathes from their bodies as the pressure caused them to crumble in front of each other. Still, they held on as the pressure became agonizing and Magnus began to desiccate in front of them. But they had to go all the way, they had to make sure he would n

His golden eyes track down my body, lingering on the slight, sacred swell of my lower abdomen. He drops to his knees before me, pressing his hot face directly against my stomach, inhaling deeply. "My pup," he growls softly, his broad hands gripping my hips, digging his short claws into my skin. "My Luna." "Magnus... please," I whimper, my fingers tangling in his thick hair, pulling his head up until his dark, hungry eyes meet mine. "Don't tease me. Put it inside." Magnus stands up, tearing his own clothes away in seconds. His massive, hard cock springs free, thick, heavy, and already slick at the tip with his desire to breed me. He grabs my knees, forcing my legs wide apart, revealing my wet

“Just try not to drop me.” “As if I’d ever drop you.” Magnus’ voice was almost a purr, and with a powerful motion, dark wings erupted from his back, unfurling like banners of night. He wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me close against his chest. The sudden heat of his body was startling, and I could feel the ripple of muscles beneath his shirt.

“Fremtidens nøgle… Tiden vævet I træ… Skæbnesvanger arv… Magnus.” Her breath caught as realization washed over her. This box was a creation of her dear friend, Magnus, the very same Magnus she had vowed to avenge just hours ago. The implications were astounding. What message did he wish to convey from beyond the veil of death? With trembling hands, she turned her attention back to the keyhole, searching for the means to unlock the box. Her fingers brushed against a small, concealed latch, and as she pressed it, the box emitted a soft, ethereal glow. The intricate carvings began to shift and move, forming a pattern that resembled the constellation of Orion.

Slave I slowly step out from behind Nathan. My cheeks are still rosy-red from seeing Alpha Maximus’s large appendage. I keep eye contact as I slowly walk toward him and gently place my hand in his. There is an instant feeling of love and bliss between us. He rubs his thumb across the back of my hand, sending sparks igniting. Alpha Maximus smiles at me with his gentle brown eyes. My heart flutters and a sense of happiness fills my soul. I know right then that I can trust him and that I’m now his to cherish.

*Rip his throat out before he touches our boy! "Magnus!" I yell, my voice breaking across the silent clearing like thunder. Magnus turns his head slowly, a sickening smirk twisting his pale, ugly face. He doesn't look shocked to see us at all. If anything, he looks like he was expecting us. "You are just in time, Alpha Ballard. A bit late to save your territory's pride, but right on schedule for the harvest." Four of Magnus’s elite rogue guards step out from behind the tall stone pillars around the altar, their claws coming out and their teeth baring in low, threatening growls. They think they can stand between an Alpha father and his child. They are dead wrong.

“You’re not getting either.” “Then leave,” Magnus said. He stepped back, creating space that felt like the eye of a storm. “My word stands. Take your freedom, rogue. Drop her hand and walk. If you do it now, you keep your men safe and your name clean. If you don’t, every breath you draw drags them all into this.” Kael didn’t even look at his outstretched path. He turned his body fully toward me, blocking Magnus from my sight. His voice was for me alone.

Celest’s POV Magnus stood like a mountain of fury no one could touch. His bare chest rose and fell, the balcony light carving shadows along the ridges of his muscles. Every inch of him screamed danger. I fell to my knees, my body trembling but my voice firm. "He has nothing to do with this. Let him go. Please. I’ll pay the price. Whatever it is. Just... let him go." Magnus’s eyes flickered to me, cold and unreadable. That icy stare slashed into me like a blade.

Panicked voices explode around me. “THE BOSS IS DOWN!” “VIKTOR! FUCK, VIKTOR, GET IN HERE!” “HE’S NOT BREATHING! SOMEONE CALL—” Boots thunder closer and then Viktor’s face appears above me, his pale, brown eyes wide with terror. His hands grip my shoulders. “Niko! Niko, look at me!” His voice cracks desperately. “Hold on! Hold on, damn it!” Then everywhere goes pitch dark.