Magnus Archives Episodes Novels & Stories

Magnus frowned and touched his head. “Don’t give me a headache, Levi. This was the deal, right? I get some alone time with Erin and I fight Roosevelt’s demons. I’m sure you really need my help, because now that Roosevelt will be using arch-demons instead of normal demons, it means you’re in trouble.” I scoffed. “Who told you I can’t fight a few arch-demons?” Magnus said, “Oh, you can?” I said confidently, even though my voice trembled,

“It was destroyed during the fight. It cannot work.” Magnus looked down at the device. “Yes, the outside is damaged.” He looked back at Jake. “But the information inside is completely safe. I saw it with my own eyes when it was powered on this afternoon.” Jake’s breathing became shaky. “I have the audio recording, Jake,” Magnus went on as the room went completely silent. “I have the entire conversation.” The only sound was the soft movement of the decorations hanging from the ceiling as everyone remained silent. They were watching the exchange happen between the two alphas.

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.

" He says it is important...you may regret later " Jacob informed him . Jacob might have disconnected the call if that man has not said those words . He thought there must be something necessary conversation that he initiated the call . Magnus take the call not wanting to talk about her but it must be something important if that bastard was persistent . He has not heard of her since 15 days . His mind has several times made the delusion that what if she came back to him but he knows he has reacted very rudely to her . She must be angry upon him .

… Ilyana crossed the underground complex beside Rosalind and soon stood outside Magnus' office. Magnus was in his 50s, with neatly combed graying hair, sharp eyes, and a posture that revealed strict self-control. He greeted her with a smile and a firm handshake. The warmth in that smile caught her off guard. For too long, she had carried Greenvich Academy's students on her shoulders. Somewhere along the way, people had forgotten that she needed protection and shelter as well. They sat and talked. Magnus outlined his vision for West Ridge Base, explained the four-tiered ark system, and described the future he intended to safeguard.

He picked up the cryptographic tablet, his large, calloused fingers gripping its sleek edges, before setting it back down with a sharp, metallic clatter that made my jump. ​"You're a brilliant architect, pani accountant," Magnus said, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that seemed to wrap directly around my ribs and squeeze. He finally turned his head, his cold hazel eyes fixing entirely on me with an unsettling, terrifying calm. "I'll give you that. When my tech team tried to force a brute-force decryption on this server backup in Zurich, your security protocols wiped half the financial records and locked the remaining files behind a recursive dead-man's switch."

Something precise. Something patient. “I told you he’d show,” another man muttered as I walked through the corridor. “Alpha or not, he’s got a debt to settle.” I didn’t flinch. Because they were right. I’d called this months ago—on the road, talking with Austin. Told him Magnus had gone too quiet for someone who’d once burned entire settlements to make a point. He wasn’t posturing anymore. He was planning. And I needed to know what. As I stepped deeper into the compound, the weight of the place settled into my bones. Cameras tracked every step. The soundproofed walls didn’t echo—they swallowed the sound whole. Like even your footsteps didn’t want to be remembered here.

Then his entire body went rigid. “What? George… what do you mean you didn’t know?” Another pause—Magnus’s breath turned to a snarl. “Fuck! We’re on our way.” He ended the call with a vicious swipe. My heart slammed against my ribs. "What the hell is happening at the mansion?" Magnus’s aura exploded, shaking the air around us. “Speed up!” he roared at the driver. The SUV lurched forward. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. And all I could think about was Loriah and the others back at that house.

Before I could speak, the doors opened wide. A man stepped in. Tall, broad shoulders, his cloak frayed from travel. Scars crossed his arms, his jaw heavy with age and exile. The guards bristled, but he raised his hand slow. “I ask no fight,” he said, his voice deep and raw. “I am Magnus. Once Alpha of Redfang. Cast out, betrayed. I seek shelter… and truth.” Gasps spread. Magnus. A name I had heard only in whispers, a wolf cursed for war crimes long past. Why here? Why now?

Lars and Len's mother, Alicia Sykes, even had repeatedly expressed her gratitude for having him around to help them get through everything. When Zachary Sykes passed away, Magnus Musgrave was there to aid the mourning family's financial needs. Lars and Len were a few day shy of turning 13 by then, and they couldn't be more devastated. On top of their grief, they also had to watch their mother struggled making ends meet. Hence, Magnus' assistances made him their angel in such dark times. However, Magnus' contribution aside, Lars couldn't shake this one off. He couldn't shake off his curiosity of why Magnus Musgrave, the Director of prestigious Mirepa Shipping Company, would mingle with shifty