Magnus Bane Book Novels & Stories

Magnus’ voice said, calm, controlled, but carrying a weight that forced compliance. I hesitated, heart racing. My throat felt dry, my palms slick with sweat despite the chill. Slowly, I lifted the fabric from my eyes, and the dim light of the chamber hit me. The walls were rough stone, damp, and shadows were crawling over every corner. I could see the chains securing me to a post, thick and unyielding. My boots scraped the floor as I adjusted my stance, testing the strength of my bindings. Magnus stood across from me, hands clasped behind his back, watching. He moved like a shadow made flesh, patient, deliberate, completely confident in his control over the situation. His eyes swept over me,

He remained buried deep inside Finn, grinding lazily in slow circles, stirring his load deeper while watching Finn’s face with dark, possessive hunger. “You look perfect like this,” Magnus murmured, reaching over to the nightstand. He picked up his phone, the sleek device gleaming under the low lights. “Time to make sure you remember exactly what you are.” Finn’s eyes widened in panic. “Magnus… no. Please, not a video.”

And I’d seen him once, manhandling my sister. La Mano Nera. “Aren’t you eating?” The guard asked again. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was hell-bent on me eating that. Was it care? Concern? Or was it poisoned? My hands were chained, but they always had one loosened to make me feed myself. He walked up to me, squatting as he took off the chains on my right hand. “I’m… I’m not hungry.” “You’re half dead,” he said, not looking at me. “You’d better take a bite before you pass out completely.”

I was just giving you a helping hand, wasn't I? Magnus let out a cold laugh, then turned to look at Fenwick. "Give me a helping hand? Is that what you thought too?" Terrified, they shouted, "What exactly are you going to do to us?" From the moment they received the empty briefcase, they knew they would never escape Magnus' vengeance today. Magnus' body shifted in an instant. He pinned Tala and Fenwick beneath his paws and forced wolfsbane down their throats, making sure they experienced the same agony I had endured.

Silence. Magnus’s jaw clenched, and for a brief moment, something flickered across his face—fear, maybe, or something worse. Derek glanced between them before turning to the shelves with renewed urgency. “Then we need answers now.” He pulled a heavy tome from the nearest row and set it on the table. The book was old, its cover cracked and brittle. The title was barely legible, but Aria could make out one word. Reckoning. The pages resisted at first, as if they had not been opened in centuries. Then, with a shudder, they yielded.

My bedroom was messed up and I couldn't think straight when everything was trashy around me. Colliding on a comfortable couch, l opened up the book and began reading it. The pages were coming to my hand as the glue wasn't that strong but either way, Bane did a good job fixing it. The writing inside the book were mainly stories, non-fiction, about the horrible events that happened in the eighteenth century. "Is written by someone from the Redwood bloodline," I mumbled as Isreal’s shadow appeared at the corner of my eyes. "Do you know him? Simon don?"

"Hehe… blargh!" Frank smirked even as he vomited another mouthful of blood. "Are you surprised why I would know? Well, that's a question you'd have to ask a certain traitor to Hundred Bane Sect whom I had slain. He left behind a copy of the Hundred Bane Anthology, which is why nothing in Hundred Bane Sect's inventory will work against me." "Really?" Kilian sneaked a look around himself and smirked at Frank in turn when he sensed Frank's vigor churning chaotically in his body. "You really wouldn't be hurting that badly if it doesn't work on you."

“As long as it takes. The last ones to piss him off ended up at the bottom of a ravine. I don’t know about you, but I prefer breathing. I would leave right now if he wasn’t holding Suzanne’s life over my head as an incentive to obey him. She’s my kid sister, and I’ll do whatever he asks as long as she’s safe.” Pain was evident in the words that he spoke. It seemed that Bane’s favorite move, just like all sadistic shitheads who ruled with fear and blackmail, was to hang an important person’s life over their heads. It made me wonder how many people he had separated from their loved ones. Would we be able to find them all and reunite them? I had thought that I could not hate him more than I alr

It was clear that this man harbored ill intentions towards George; his gaze was filled with a deadly intent that sent a chill through George's veins. Turning back to Scorpio, George's expression hardened with resolve. "We need to be cautious," he murmured, his voice tinged with urgency as he kept a wary eye on the distant figure. "There's someone out there who wants me dead, and we can't afford to let our guard down." With a nod of agreement, Scorpio stood by George's side, her presence a reassuring anchor in the face of looming danger. Together, they remained vigilant, ready to face whatever threats awaited them in the treacherous world of the mafia.