Magnus Bane Novels & Stories

How much longer now," Liam asks the man in black robes. "It's ready now," the man says. " DONT DO THIS MAGNUS", One of the men who were chained up yelled. The man named Magnus, I presume, in the black robes smirked and walked over to me. He stabs me through the shoulder with a sword. The pain was so intense, and it burned white-hot. I could feel myself fading but I stayed awake. I must stay awake for my twins. Magnus came in front of me and removed his hood. The growls from everyone chained to the wall were inhuman as it shook the whole dungeon. NO IT CAN’T BE

“Let me show you.” Magnus stood just inside the threshold of her cell, arms folded. Today, his suit was olive-gray, the shoulders padded to perfection. Not a single wrinkle in sight. He looked like a man who didn’t lose control. But there were bruises beneath his eyes. And his right hand, it curled tighter every time he looked at her. She noticed. “I’ve let people lie to me before,” he said quietly. She didn’t flinch. “So don’t let me be one of them.”

He wore a heavy coat made of thick bear fur and his chest was covered in silver scars; the marks of ancient battles with the Council's elite Enforcers. This was Alpha Magnus, the leader of the northern blood-wolves. Magnus walked slowly down the path, his heavy boots made deep thuds in the mud. He stopped five feet away from us, he gazed over Kael’s bleeding arm before locking directly onto my face. For a long, tense moment nobody breathed. The only sound was the crackle of the low campfires and the distant hum of the wind through the cliffs. Magnus leaned forward, his nose twitched as he took in my scent.

I flinched when he crouched on the floor in front of me. “I’m Victor,” he said. I didn’t care. I wanted to get out of here. “It’s rude not to introduce yourself,” he said. “I’m sure you know who I am.” He smirked at me, and it made him look dangerous. Victor had a Scandinavian looking face with high cheekbones and a wide chin. His cheeks were hollow, and his hair was a dirty blond. His eyes were so dark, they looked black. And they promised all kinds of evil. “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked.

Xavier extended his hand and replied, "Likewise." Aurora observed the new man who approached. This was the famous Magnus. His eyes were darker than Tristan's, and his smile was dazzling. He was wearing a gray suit. "Tristan Callahan," Magnus said. "Magnus," Tristan retorted. So, this is the famous Magnus? The photographer analyzed him. His eyes are darker than Tristan's, and his smile is dazzling. He's wearing a gray suit. "You haven't changed a bit, still trying to steal my contracts," Magnus teased.

Just when I believed things couldn’t get any worse, I stumbled straight into danger. “Don’t come any closer,” I ordered, but he wasn’t stopping. As I looked up at the towering figure before me, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of intimidation. This man was not just tall, he was massive - his muscles bulging and rippling under his tight-fitting shirt as if he had been living at the gym and pumping iron since birth. The veins on his arms looked like they were about to burst through his skin, and his neck was thicker than most people’s thighs.

It was the only thing that made sense. I head to Magnus’s gym, if I wasn’t allowed to leave the house then this was the next best thing. I needed to burn off the anger. The gym wasn’t empty. Magnus was busy lifting weights. He stops as I push the door open and eyes me suspiciously. “Why are you here? This is private.” “Orders,” I mutter, setting up a punch bag. “My nephew has put orders on you? What the hell did you do?” He was even more curious now.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

We were going to perform ‘Senorita by Shawn Medes and Camilla Cabello’ and I was sweating profusely as we drove through the Ark Town and headed towards New Bryxton Town for the competition. I lied to my brothers as I told them that I will be with Tessa for the entire day as well have to work on a school project, when in reality here I am with Zane, driving in his posh car which feels so cool to drive in. No wonder not only girls but also boys fall at his feet, this car is his impression of superiority. Wearing his Ray Bans and looking as confident and handsome as ever, he drove the car smoothly, with just using one palm. The other one was resting next to my thigh and I wished he’d put it on

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