Magnus Bane Fanart Novels & Stories

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.”

Xavier taunted, wiggling the fingers of his good hand at the man. That man had been coming at me... if Xavier had been even so much as a second later, I would be dead right now. Bane ended up roasting the man until there was nothing left but a pile of ash that the breeze quickly blew away before he let the other man go as he conceded to Xavier's clear victory.

I shield my eyes as the light gets brighter. The light dies down, and when I open my eyes, I stare at the ghostly figure of a man. The man is tall, has long brown hair that falls down his back. His brown eyes sparkle, and his fair skin shines. Bane growls loudly before picking Bastian up with his teeth and throwing him onto his back. ‘No one come near Bastian, or I’ll tear you apart.’ Bastian seems to be in shock, and he can’t speak though his mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water.

He stayed inside for a long moment, grinding lazily, making sure the cum stayed deep. When he finally pulled out, he pushed the plug back in, trapping everything inside once more. “Keep it in until tomorrow night,” Magnus ordered, voice rough with satisfaction. He traced the fresh, bleeding bite marks on Finn’s thighs with his fingers, smearing the blood. “These are my favorite marks yet. Hidden. Intimate. Painful.” Finn lay there panting, legs trembling, thighs throbbing with fresh bites. The risk of being caught in the garage made his heart race even now.

It slides under my skin like ice. I turn slowly. Caden turns with me. Summer presses against my leg, her small hand gripping my jeans. My eyes lock on the man standing just outside the circle of people….. Bane. He stands there calm, like the riot around him doesn’t exist. His dark hair is longer than I remember. His clothes are simple but sharp. He looks older. Sharper. There’s something different about his eyes now. They catch the light in a way that makes my wolf go still inside me.

Today of all days, being asked to create art about vulnerability feels like a cosmic joke. Across the pack lands, Magnus has made his way to the edge of the territory, where the dense forest gives way to a rocky outcropping overlooking the valley below. This is his other thinking spot—a place where the expectations of being the Alpha's son feel less suffocating. He sits on a sun-warmed boulder, pulling out the pieces of Dorothy's Valentine and laying them carefully beside him.

The billionaire, with his insatiable thirst for control, concocted a scheme to drain Marissa’s powers, believing that by weakening her, he could bind her to him forever. In the heart of his mansion, he constructed a hidden chamber for about a year, a place that would serve as both a prison and a sanctuary for Marissa. The walls were adorned with intricate runes, designed to siphon her magic and channel it into him. He envisioned a world where she would be his, utterly dependent on him, her powers diminished to the point where escape would be impossible. The thought thrilled him, and he could hardly contain his excitement as he prepared for the day he would bring her to this chamber.

The shadow fell short and the girl drew a line in the ground with her fan to mark the extent of the male’s magic. “Looks like there’s a limit to how much you can stretch, shrink and change the shape of your shadow, isn’t there?” she asked, smirking. “No matter how much you change and stretch the shape of your shadow, you still can’t stretch it any further than the surface area of your normal shadow, is that right?” “That’s right,” Caiden chuckled, crouching and putting his fingertips together, arms bent at the elbows and thumb on top. After half a minute of thinking he opened his eyes, reaching his left arm back into his weapons pouch.