Magnus Bane Fanart Novels & Stories

It smelled a bit burnt. Yet despite this feast, Alpha Magnus sat alone at the head of the table, His blonde head bent over his phone. He was too busy crushing candies on his phone, his long fingers deftly maneuvering level 352. At 110 years old (though he looked a crisp 27), Magnus had seen it all: wars, betrayals, and enough breakfast platters to feed a small nation. None of it interested him anymore. Well, Maybe the bacon still did, a little. His tattoo, hidden beneath the high neckline of his shirt, stirred faintly, as if even it were bored.

She had to use all her willpower not to let the sip of chocolate drip out of her mouth as she looked at Bane. He had taken a shower and was dressed in dark blue sleep pants in some silky material that hung low on his hips, showing off his toned upper-body. It was the first time Emma had seen him shirtless and, even though she knew he was muscular, nothing had prepared her for the black tattoos that covered his torso and arms to below his elbows. She had never understood the fascination with tattoos until that moment. She had an urge to run her fingers along them.

"This man killed my unborn child. Eye for an eye! Bring me your firstborn." "Alpha Magnus," I started, as Adira made her way through the crowd, holding a little girl. Both wore flower crowns. She stared at Magnus. We all did. A man in his late twenties stands tall, drawing everyone’s attention. His long, jet-black hair falls past his shoulders, framing a chiseled, stern face. His golden eyes are intense and almost otherworldly, giving him a mysterious air. He has broad shoulders and a strong, athletic build, making him look imposing. Intricate tattoos wind across his arms and peek above his collar, hinting at stories beneath. His expression is serious, and his sharp features rarely show emot

Rex had always considered himself quite tall for his race, but even he had to look upward to look into this man’s face, his eyes widened at the sheer size of the man, he was not Bohl, but also did not seem to be the same race as he, Alahn seemed to be at least seven foot tall and an easy four feet across the shoulders, seemed to have muscles growing over muscles and massive tree trunk arms leading the dinner plate sized gnarled hands. “You’re…large,” Rex said, letting Sküülen slide back into the sheathe, he knew when he was outmatched and thought that even with Sküülen’s help, he would be easily overpowered by this man, his aura radiating unending power, the only other person that almost mat

“I don't think about something that dirty. Sorry to spoil your fun." "I know you have naughty imagination ... no woman is immune to my charm." "Very confident... But I'm not like that." Reina answered with a small smile, her eyes were still fixed on Bane. He is wearing a t-shirt and a sporty jacket, Bane can look very trendy and confident.

“The eyes… they’re so expressive. I can almost see the emotions in them.” Madam Bane smiles. “I’m glad you like it,” she hums, then grabs a paintbrush. “But I always feel like something is missing in this one. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s a certain spark I want to bring to the surface.” I frown, trying to figure out what she means. “I don’t know what you mean, but maybe… maybe you should make them a little harder. I feel like no one with so much pain and sadness could be this open and vulnerable.”