Magnus Bane Alec Lightwood Novels & Stories

Magnus was a vampire, and he was now after our blood! “Move away, Alpha Leonardo! I have no enmity with you. I want Zephyrus’ mate!” His whisper echoed around the mountains, making my blood curdle. How did he know I was Zephyrus’ mate? “You’re wrong, Magnus. Leave her alone. She isn’t Zephyrus’ mate!” snarled Leonardo, with his teeth bared, ready to protect me. All the fight left my body, and I hid behind Leonardo’s colossal form. I didn’t correct him at all. Xara whimpered with fear. We were too weak to fight a vampire!

How the same man I saw unconscious had walked in here like a damn miracle. He leaned closer. “Alpha Alaric,” he said, careful with his volume. “He had a pact with my father. A real one. The kind they seal with blood and teeth. He got wind of the war. He’d already been watching Lucas, but he needed proof. So he used someone... someone with darker magic. Enough to rip Olga down.” My breath stuttered. That name still crawled over my skin like a parasite. “But this?” Alec’s voice dropped to a low murmur. He touched my face. “This was you. All of it. You marked me. If you hadn’t, I’d be gone. Help came too late. But you kept me here.”

I looked past the standing frame of Alpha Adrian to behold a raging beast, whose claws had been stretched out pouring steam. "Alpha Magnus, I don't understand why you are here." Alpha Adrian's voice, had a pint of fear to it as he speak and it was apparent that he was intimidated. "Step aside." Alpha Magnus ordered, voice was deep, much deeper than Adrian's and it held so much authority as well. The huge frame of Alpha Adrian moved aside and I looked up to face Alpha Magnus. My eye had failed to open since the tip of the whip had landed on them, thus I held them with so much tender.

"Alpha Magnus, Luna Maeve ordered me to give this to you. She said…" "She said what?" Magnus pressed hard. "She wants you to kill Tala with your own hands and bring the body back to her." Tala shrieked and dropped to her knees right before Magnus, tears streaming down her face. "Magnus, no! I know you'd never do that to me!" Staring at the knife from home, Magnus completely lost faith in me. He comforted Tala, saying, "Don't be afraid. You did nothing wrong. It's just the gentle Maeve I once knew who's changed."

He turned to face me “ if you can't control the dark magic in you, it controls you to doing bad things” “ is it the same as Alan ” I asked. “ well not really, he has allowed the dark magic to take control of him totally ” . “ what about you ” I asked. “ I still control mine, I won't let it take full control of me ” he answered. * * * Derek and Alan were breathing heavily after the fight, but Derek still doesn't want to back out until he knows Aria's location. Magnus laid on the ground beside the rock with his eyes closed, his breathing slow, he was getting weak as his other half, his mate was dead.

If a guard so much as stepped toward her, the shadows would rise up and swallow them whole, leaving nothing behind but a discarded helmet. Magnus and Kaelen were the final hammer. The old wolf and the restored Shield moved with a grim, familial efficiency. Kaelen was silent, his movements still possessing a touch of that mechanical precision he had acquired in the Falls, but now it was directed by a soul. He moved like a shield of violet glass, reflecting every attack and creating openings for Magnus to deliver the killing blow. Magnus was a force of nature, his broken axe replaced by a heavy iron club he had looted from a gatehouse. He wasn't fighting for a throne or a law; he was fighting

Bianca, however, was far too angry to realize it and pressed her index finger repeatedly into Magnus' chest: "...You wanted us to have this meeting to find out Augustin's reasons! You are mine and supposed to be on the same side as me. If anything happens to Rosy, I'm warning you. Au revoir groping at any time, au revoir sex! The End, finito, Kaputt!" The people had stopped breathing. Dhara was already preparing protective spells. Augustine's eyes slowly turned black. Duncan shook from head to toe, worried that his Alpha's fury would erupt here. Old Al, on the other hand, remained perfectly calm and rocked back and forth on the back legs of his chair: "A Luna worthy of you, Mad One," he decl

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

“Why would he summon us all? I thought you were only invited?” Theo stepped closer, his tone sharp as steel. “That,” he said, “is what I would very much like to know for you. But as for your rotten son, he want to get closer with the young Alpha Damon” Then he turned to grin at Lambert "That’s if he has the abilities to survive being close to Damon. I am sure you must of have heard about his extraordinary abilities as a well trained Alpha?" Theo smirked while Lambert kept quiet. "My son is well trained too, and not a weakly" Mina said with a pat on Lambert’s hair.

Lucien gathers the heavy leather binder containing the pack decrees and strides out of the chamber, his heavy boots echoing down the stone hallway. Caelan, fully accustomed to his father’s relentless duties as leader of the Nightbane Crimson Dominion, does not cry. He scoots closer to my side on the mattress, resting his small head against my hip while recounting a grand tale about a wild bear hunt in the Blood Moon Gardens. A quiet half-hour passes before the heavy iron latch clicks open. Magnus steps into the room, but he is not alone. Lady Serilda Nightbane steps past him, her dark, embroidered robes dragging quietly across the floor as her formidable alpha presence fills the small chambe