Magnus Bane Book Novels & Stories

“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.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

“And how is Magnus?” “He is as well as can be expected. Looking forward to seeing you. We will have dinner with him this evening.” I nodded as he led me inside to the great room. The interior did not disappoint. Everything was an open layout. The decor and lighting were moody with black and gold accents. Black was my best color, so naturally I was a fan. I looked around the kitchen that led into what seemed to be a common area. Walking down the halls, I noticed a library with a huge selection of books, and I imagined myself enjoying some quiet time there. As we continued to walk down the long halls, I noticed aside from the vampires that had accompanied us on our trip, I had yet to see anyon

Bane asked as Magnus sighed, his thoughts juggling at each other. “Follow her everywhere and whenever she plans to meet that Eric, do everything to stop it. Of course you should know, you can only do it secretly. You can’t handle Izzy if you gave her head on,” Magnus stated as Bane bowed and walked away. He sighed heavily as the disturbing thought of what he had always dreaded troubled him for the rest of the night. **********

[ELARA] “What’s going on here?” Magnus’ voice cuts through the air, sharp and angry. He storms into the library, his golden eyes glaring at the spot on the table where Valen’s hands intertwine with mine. I let go of Valen’s hands abruptly, rising from the chair. “Magnus,” I mumble his name as he stops right in front of me. “What’s going on here?” he asks again, his eyes searching for an answer while brimming with anger. “What are you doing here alone with Lord Blackbane?”

Marcel moves closer to her slowly. “I want the same as you, the werewolves out of the witches’ lives. Alaric out of our home, Willow gone and no longer in control! They plan to get the vampires on their side and destroy the Monventla. I am the only person who knows where the book is; the spells are within it.” Marcel nods, sitting down. “What book might that be? The witches lost all of their written manuscripts centuries ago.” He looks at her waiting, Dan still stood on guard.

"…the real enemy isn't dead yet." I swung myself onto my horse and galloped toward the Hall. Behind me, the roars of the Dire Wolves shook the earth. Inside the Alpha's Hall, Magnus was making his last stand. When I pushed open the heavy doors, he was standing before the altar, holding an ancient book. "You're here," he said without turning. "I knew you would be." "Of course," I said, walking slowly toward him. "I'm here to take your life."

It was not made of metal; it was ancient, gnarled wood, bound in silver and etched with glowing runes that made Ava’s eyes ache with a dull, thumping pain. “In here,” he growled, swiping a heavy key across the lock. The door groaned open, revealing a room that was the polar opposite of her cell. It was vast, circular, and filled with the scent of lilies and old parchment. The air here was so thick with magic it felt like walking into a wall of water. In the center of the chamber sat a massive stone dais, and atop it lay a book bound in what looked like pale, shimmering leather, the Baine family chronicle. But it was the person standing behind the dais that made Ava’s breath catch in her thro

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️