Magnus Bane Novels & Stories

Dean and Lucas walked outside the mansion and towards the guards where the supposed seer was. Looking forward, their eyes both saw the seer who had a wolf skull covering his face, along side a voluminous cloak which covered his entire body. Looking around him, they noticed that he was surrounded by servants in various attires. Waking closer to him, Dean gave him a once over. “You asked to see me”. He said. “Yes I did,” he said with a gruff voice. “My name is Bane and I have something to tell you about”. He added.

As Magnus screamed in panic, Austin swung him at the crowd trying to pounce on him, driving them away. "Now get down!" With a cold look on his face, Austin grabbed Magnus and slammed the latter onto the ground. Magnus' face immediately turned pale because of the immense pain. He let out a tragic shout. He was Reginald's cousin, and because of Reginald, he became the vice manager of Horizon Haven. He always showed off his strength and used his power to boss people around, but his fighting skills were nothing. Even Raquel could easily win against him, let alone Austin.

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”

He stands stark naked in front of me. "Now kneel," he speaks with authority. I kneel and a hiss escapes me when he grips my hair once again into his fist and makes me face him. I peer at him. The grip on my hair is not painful after that. It is firm. And I swear on my life the view of him from here looks even better. He is standing in front of me like a Greek God. Not Apollo or Adonis but Zeus himself. He is looking so hot. His tanned abs are calling me like crazy. I won't mind licking every inch of him.

"Caroline, let's see who your husband really is!" Caroline frowned, waves of anger surging in her eyes. Vivian's actions undoubtedly pushed Caroline's buttons. She was about to snatch the file away from her, but she heard Vivian read word by word, "Jack Hobbs, formerly named Lucas, is the undefeated champion of BattleCage Warriors, a fighting championship …" Her words became weaker as she kept reading. Finally, she threw the documents aside. Her face was as pale as a ghost's. She said hysterically, "No way. That's impossible …"

“That’s the point. It’s his father. And you said it yourself a while ago. You never missed his birthday. I know how close you are with Kenji and his old man. We are going. They are on our side. The least we could do is give back and show our appreciation.” Among the powerful aristocrats in the country, Magnus Alvarez was the only one I hadn’t seen in person yet. He was the last man I was curious about since he was the least dangerous. He was detached from most of the elites. However, he was known for doing good things. The wolves could not find even a single flaw in him. Or maybe there was one. Magnus was known for being a fool for his son. After his wife died while giving birth to Kenji, he

If the big lie I hid in the dirt five years ago comes out, the pack will skin me alive. "Magnus, what is her full name? Tell me." Magnus thinks for a second. "Something short... Ah, yes. Zanele Okafor."

a cold, smooth voice drifted from the deep shadows near the exit of the cavern, the sound making my massive ears twitch sharply as my white eyes locked onto the darkness. Magnus stepped out from behind a thick curtain of hanging roots, his ceremonial robes covered in dust and old blood, but his face completely calm, devoid of the panic he had shown when Anna healed her mother. He wasn't running, he wasn't hiding from the five alliance packs, and he didn't look at my terrifying, giant form with a single hint of fear or submission. "Magnus," I growled, dropping my heavy chest low to the ground, my silver fangs bared as a deep, lethal vibration rumbled in my throat. "You should be dead in the r

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.”

He was terrified of the situation, but he wasn't hiding guilt. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Kael’s heart was slightly elevated, but her blood smelled entirely of ozone and steel. Pure warrior. No deception. Thump-thump-thump. Elder Vance was furious, his blood pressure spiking, his scent thick with arrogant indignation. But beneath the arrogance, there was no rot. I shifted my glowing silver gaze to the High Warlock. His name was Magnus. He was ancient, his skin like yellowed parchment pulled tight over brittle bones. He stood perfectly still, his hands tucked neatly into the wide sleeves of his crimson robes. His face was a mask of serene, magical detachment.