Magnus Alec Novels & Stories

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.

Magnus made haste as he put on a smile, hurriedly walking over to them. Magnus was indeed the cousin of the boss of Regal Properties, but Austin was also the boss of a real estate company. So, Magnus didn't dare to brag about his identity. At the very least, he should butter Austin up as long as things looked fine on the surface. After lighting a cigarette, Magnus glared at Aldus and Raquel. He seemed to be giving them a warning before stepping aside. Aldus took a puff, turning around as he lay on the sand. Then, he painstakingly spat out some blood in his mouth.

I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father. Valerian wore a long black jacket over a waistcoat that was buttoned down. A black long-sleeved shirt underneath hugged his skin. Unlike the other black parts of the jacket, the top collar, the lapels, his cuffs, the buttons, and the center fronts of the coat were striking gold. His long black hair fell graciously on his shoulders. “Who’s that?” I asked pointing at a man that walked beside my father as he approached us. “Oh, that’s King Iyrick of Meldonis. This year’s ball will be hosted in his palace. I’m guessing he came to personally escort us to his kingdom.” Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man.

I banged the table, and the man smiled, knowing that he ticked a nerve. “Neither one of you amuse or impress me. If that is what you were looking for as an answer, then here you have it. However, you are going to get the bloody hell out of my life before I end up turning this table on your head and believe me, if your snipers shoot me you neither have me to bargain with nor will Alessandro leave you, your hunters or rogues for killing his child.” I said, getting up from the table. He took a deep breath as he looked at me before the restaurant’s door opened, revealing Kai, who smiled at me. I walked toward him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his side. “The rogue Alpha

The brothers are in high spirits, and when they are together like this, the submissive mate is always their favorite target. "So," Egon says, pointing his meat fork right at me, his grin totally mischievous. "Have you tamed our Future Alpha King yet, Stevens?" I blink my eyes fast. "Tamed?" "Yes," Mads murmurs, adjusting his silver goblet with precise fingers. "Magnus does not exactly bend for anyone. Or ever. He never says sentimental, soft things like 'I love you'." His mouth curves into a faint, knowing smile. "I would be deeply impressed if you managed to break him in."

“That worked.” “I know.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get smug about it.” “I’m not.” “You are.” A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. Gone almost immediately. But I saw it. “Don’t make me regret that,” I added. “Too late.” For a second— It felt almost normal. Almost. Then— A voice cut through the hall. “Alpha.” We both turned. Marcus. He approached quickly, expression grim. “There’s movement near the north wall,” he said. “Not rogues.”

“Last Spring. He didn’t care what he had done, either! No matter how many times I have tried to arrange a meeting with him, he blatantly ignores me!” Woah, okay I know the Volkov family is part of the Russian Mafia but I didn’t know they dealt in the slave trade. “Does Creed know about this? Is he aware that his cousin is selling off supernatural creatures?” She looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “You’re aware of Creed’s position in their pack, right? He’s the goshdarn Alpha, nothing happens without his say-so!” she exclaims, then lowers her voice and moves closer to me. “Sorry about that, just talking about it gets my back up.”

The sound of the spirit pouring into the glass cup, drained out his response. He shrugged, bringing my glass to me. "You know I'd never do that to you, Alpha." He slid the glass across the table. "I'm loyal to you and the pack. You saved me, remember?" I clearly did remember. About seventeen years ago, after his parents had passed, Marcus was just an orphaned omega and like we referred to people like him, he was 'cursed by the Moon Goddess'. But I had fought the entire pack to have him at my side.

Draco told him inhaling a deep breath of cigar. "Alams....okay...you are the great Blackford. I have heard your name often in business world." Alessandro said in impressive tone. "Thanks man....I was actually wondering to if I should ask it or not.... I need your suggestion." Draco spoke a little unsure and confused. "What is it?" Alessandro was alert. Does he know who I am?

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.