Magnus Bane Book Novels & Stories

”the my bike is my one escape id to keep The End? Thank you, dear reader, for deciding to give this book a try and making it to the end, it has been an emotional journey for all. But do not fret, their story may be over for now, but this is not the last we have seen of Drake, Lilli, Rex, Tony, Jacob and yes even Lance. So be sure to keep an eye out for the next book in the series. Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia.

"It has everything to do with you." With obvious disinterest, Magnus opened the book. He read through the book swiftly, flipping through the pages. At first, he seemed unimpressed, but when he reached a certain passage, he suddenly froze with a shocked expression, his eyes roving swiftly over the page. A moment later, he slammed the book down onto the desk and pushed himself out of his chair. "Bloody hell!!! Is this what you want me to know?!!!" He snapped, his eyes flashing with rage.

Ben had finally been cleared to come back, and Emma just wanted to make sure everything was okay. “Angel, could you get my charger over there?” Bane asked her, pointing towards the bookshelf. She shook her head as she got up. Emma knew exactly why he wanted her to get it. It was so he could get a view of her back. She had on a black pencil skirt and, what from the front, looked like a modest white shirt. But the back was open, the shirt only held together by a band of fabric over her shoulder blades.

“It will relax and invigorate you. And I can show you how grateful I am.” He says nothing. Just slams his mouth on mine. Yep, that’s it. I will vomit in his mouth and we will all be dead. But his assault is interrupted. The rattling of chains echoes in the room and a growl fills the cell. Drugged and Goddess knows what else, Magnus is standing and he has his chain wrapped around the neck of one of his guards. He lifts his head slowly and eyes the man that still has me in his arms. And with one powerful twist of his muscles, he breaks the neck of his guard.

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

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?"

I had seen the shapes power could take—and the rot that nestled underneath it. The truth was, Moonbane hadn’t changed at all. I had. And so did I. For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to breathe without watching my back. Only a little. Linnea saw us off at the station. She didn’t plan to return to Moonbane with me—only to Riddle territory, alone. She said nothing about the investigation—not directly. She only pressed a small leather-bound book into my hand before boarding her own train. “For your collection,” she said. “There’s a page marked. Just thought you’d find it... interesting.”

My eyes widened, scanning the swirling white vapor. Slowly, a towering, massive figure materialized out of the fog, walking directly toward me. It was Bane. A momentary wave of relief washed over me, but it vanished instantly when he stepped into the dim light of the vanity mirror. His eyes weren't calm. They were pitch-black, blown wide with a dark, primal and incredibly serious look as if I were a threat that had just breached his final line of defense. As the fog swirled and parted around him, my breath completely left my body. My jaw dropped, my jade-green eyes stretching to their absolute limits.

And somehow…that felt far more terrifying than learning to control my mana. Breakfast ended not long afterward, though I barely remembered eating. My attention kept drifting toward the three books resting beside my chair. They looked heavier now than they had only a few minutes ago. Somehow, they no longer seemed like ordinary books. They felt more like a reminder of everything I didn’t know. Valerian waited patiently until Ragnar and Magnus finished discussing a few matters involving the palace guards. Only then did he rise from his chair and smooth the sleeves of his robes. “Come with me.”

For one brief second, I thought I had escaped but then the doors burst open. The sound echoed through the library like thunder. Magnus strode inside, his long royal cape sweeping across the marble floor behind him. His chest still rose with shaky breaths, and before another word could be spoken, he slammed the doors shut with enough force to rattle the ancient shelves. The room seemed to shrink around us. “Why are you running from me?” His voice bounced between the towering bookcases. He crossed the distance separating us in only a few strides until his presence filled every corner of my vision.