Magnus Bane Fanart Novels & Stories

My muscles ripple and tense, a shiver running from my fingertips to my toes. Upright, and hand in his I meet the gaze of the mysterious stranger, only to be met with pitch black eyes. Underneath, the face of a man who can end my life without blinking. Albeit the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but an incredibly deadly one. And I, the idiot, insulted him. The future alpha of Blackstone. Bane Black. “Oh, Goddess.” My cheeks pale, hand dropping from his, and with it the light sparks and tingles his touch seems to bring. Maybe it’s an alpha thing? “I’m sorry, Alpha, I didn’t realize it was you and I never would have—”

It was inexplicably intense. At the same time we pulled our teeth from the others scales and stepped back, the movements clumsy, almost like we were drunk. I shifted back to human and took unsteady steps before I felt the world tilt and then I was falling. Only to be caught in the arms of Magnus who in turn stumbled and Kane caught us both, helping us fall to our knees and letting us catch our breath. I blinked away the stars and looked at Magnus, gasping as I saw the large abstract design on his shoulder and down his side. It was shades of green, grey, silver, emerald and black. In the beautiful mix of shades, I could see raven wings, dragon scales and paw prints along with a sliver of a cr

He nods, turning his attention back to the two lines. The lines have been drawn, and on one side are Talia, Tabatha and all the Coven Mother’s they could gather. They are outnumbered by a few, but it does not seem to bother them a whole lot. On the other side are Talia and Tabatha’s parents, what I assume to be other family and their allies - maybe family friends. People as deranged as themselves. Bane is amongst this crowd. His eyes are trained on me. He licks his lips as he scans me from top to toe. A chill creeps down my spine, but I refuse to give him anything. Instead I stare him right in the eyes with unshaded hatred and disgust. Someone hands me a t-shirt from the side. I look over an

"The Council sent another alpha because I failed, and they were right to do so." "You sniveling little weasel," Bane spat. "The Council doesn't live here. Their arms aren't long enough to stop what we're doing as long as you have the balls to stand up and fight for what we've begun here." He took a step toward Neal, pointing a finger at his chest. "And you will fight for it." He glanced over at Tina, who cowered where she stood, her body visibly shaking. "Or I'm going to remove my approval of your mating." He turned back to Neal, his eyes narrow slits. "And there's only one way to end a mating." Neal stiffened and then forced himself to stand straighter against Bane's larger size. "If you to

Cody looked at James and asked, “Are you really going to fight Magnus? You must understand that the power disparity between the both of you is huge. No matter what secret Supernatural Art you perform, you won’t be able to compensate for your weak strength.” “Don’t worry, I know what to do.” Leaving this remark, James turned to leave Bane City. He knew he had no choice but to answer Magnus’ challenge. Otherwise, Wyrmstead would be the target of reprisal if he turned down his challenge. Just as he left Bane City, a voice came from behind him. “James.” James turned his head. A man wearing a white robe was swiftly approaching him from a distance away. His hair was long, and his skin was as fair

He is wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. “Great Mother, that is a fine male,” Maximo purrs excited. Max is not wrong. I have seen males while training but no one even came close to what Magnus offered. Every inch of his body was sculpted not to make him look good. To make him look lethal. And he is. When he turns I see on his back, a long thick scar. If that rumor is true, I am fairly certain that all the others will be too. “Don’t ogle him,” I chastise Max and I get up to get away from him.

Mate? Magnus pointed at her with his index finger, silently ordering her to stay put. Bianca pulled an invisible zipper over her lips and tipped her weight from one foot to the other. She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her. Finally, Magnus unbuckled his belt, quickly removed his shoes, and pulled down his pants. "I am a little disappointed. It lacks music! Ah, if I had a dollar in my pocket, I would have been happy to give a tip, Mr. Fantastic," Bianca declared before closing her mouth in front of the Alpha's half-serious, half-amused look.

He was getting tired at the confused looks and the worried looks his companions constantly gave him. ‘Remember, information is power’ Fafnir warned. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rex knew what he meant so decided that he would share a part of his story. “As you both know, I am a Magnus, and with being a Magnus, I can sometimes use the power of a dragon to aid me in combat. The reason why I seem like I zone out, is because he talks to me inside my head, it can get very distracting at times. But as you have both also seen, the strain of my body also becomes too much the more I use.”

“It was Magnus.” My breath hitches. Magnus? ‘Yes,’ Lila murmurs softly in my mind, her presence a comforting weight. “But...” My voice falters. Morgana doesn’t let me finish. “He painted it himself. A lovely gesture, don’t you think? He wanted you to have it, to remember your mother. The only memory of her — a very lifelike portrait.” She sets the portrait back down, her expression turning cold. “He’ll rip it apart himself, though, when he finds out you knew about Ruelle’s little escape plan. Mate or not.”

He looked directly at me, seeming to stare straight through me, before his eyes landed on Nova and seemed to soften slightly as she let out something that I could only describe as a cooing sound. Bane rumbled low in his chest, vibrating the very ground we stood on before puffing out a breath of heated air at me and pulling back to hover over who I could only assume was his bonded. The man looked me up and down with what looked to be a very disapproving glare, but even that wasn't enough to deter me from gawking at the man. Even glaring daggers at me, he was the most god damn beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on.