روايات وقصص ضمن Magnus Bane Movies

Sophia, Zain, and the real Leon ran around the wiggling mass of magic clones and shot towards the real Aidan holding him captive. He had told them to run away! They were no match for a rogue Knight like Aidan. If they tried to fight him they would die. Major Dylan didn’t want to watch any more of his comrades die. Especially not the team he was supposed to be teaching to become great warriors. Leon had made more clones to act as a line of defense as the three Knights bore down on Aidan. Zain threw a handful of poorly aimed knife as Aidan, who easily evaded them all by tilting his head to one side.

Dimitri sprang to his feet, ready to pounce on the coyote alpha when a wail ripped the night. Everyone froze, their attention going straight to where Neal knelt beside Tina, her eyes staring lifeless into the night sky. Neal turned to face Bane as he rose to his feet, his hands covered in blood as his face took on a feral look. He clenched his fists and snarled. Before Dimitri could do anything, Neal rushed Bane, screaming as he closed the distance, his hands out in claws as he lunged, ready to kill the other man. Bane growled as he caught Neal by the throat, lifting him, and just before Dimitri could reach them to stop what he feared would happen, Bane twisted Neal's neck with a loud snap,

Phoenix climbs onto Jyrki's back as I turn my attention back to Bane who is closing in on Dagon. "You've taken enough from me; I won't let you hurt another one of my mates!" Bane takes over completely and lunges at Dagon, knocking him down into the dirt. "I will take back what is mine!" Dagon punches Bane as hard as he can, I don't feel a thing, aside from being a passenger in my body.

Aware. My chest tightened before I even looked up. Bane stood there. Dark shirt. Hands in his pockets. Blue eyes fixed directly on me like nobody else existed around us. Damon stood behind him looking deeply exhausted already, like he had been dragged into this against his will. “I need to talk to you,” Bane said simply. The table immediately tensed. “You don’t have to go,” Kane said before I could answer. Aurelia nodded quickly. “Seriously. Let him suffer.”

“Magnus… no. Please, not a video.” Magnus’s smile was cruel and beautiful. He tapped the screen, starting the recording. The red light blinked on. He angled the phone so it captured Finn’s tear-streaked face, the collar around his neck, the constellation of bites and bruises covering his gaunt chest, and the way his legs were spread obscenely around Magnus’s hips. “Beg,” Magnus commanded, voice low and authoritative. He gave a sharp thrust, punching Finn’s prostate and drawing a broken moan from his raw throat. “Beg for my cock like the desperate married whore you are. Tell the camera who owns you now.”

Rex, Lacey and Minet all dashed forward towards Telagus, weapons drawn, ready to decide the fate of Hale. Book two, Magnus: Dragon Lord is available now.

"What?" Tiana smirked. "Don't you see? This video couldn't have come at a better time. It's the perfect distraction to bury all the bad press the company was getting before. Now, this is all the public will talk about." … Meanwhile, at Bane's mansion, Michael was undergoing treatment to detox his system. Bane said, "Mr. Rhodes, your body is fine. You just have some lingering effects from a strong aphrodisiac, which left you overheated and exhausted. You'll be back to normal in a couple of days."

Fane stepped forward, seizing the opportunity to attack. He moved swiftly, appearing in front of Magnus and attacking him with a fast punch. “What?!” Magnus was startled. Fane was too quick. He was not ready to use his boxing set and could only hold his fists up to meet Fane’s attack. Bomb! The sound of the impact was very loud, and the force of the punch sent Magnus flying out. “Ah!” Magnus held his left hand in his right. He could feel that his right hand was fractured by the punch.

The ceiling shudders and dust rains down. Bane backs away three steps before stopping himself. His pupils dilate to black pools and his hands tremble, but he reaches forward anyway. "Magnificent," he breathes. The word means nothing to my wolf mind. Just sounds without meaning. One thought burns in my consciousness, primal and absolute: MATE. I must find him. NOW. I launch at Bane with claws extended and jaws wide. He rolls aside barely in time and blood magic creates a barrier of black corruption.