Magnus Bane Novels & Stories

"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

"No. We're headed to another town. Evie wants to visit a monks' temple." "Oh." Soul-searching mode, still, apparently. Jenson kept a comment to himself and listened for any background noises. Not much except for some faint outdoor and traffic noises. "Can I call you anytime tomorrow?" "Yeah. You need anything?" Magnus sighed on the other line, obviously not in the mood for small talk. Like always. "Nothing. Just curious about something." "About?" Okay. Just cut to the chase. Maybe Magnus had definite answers; he was one of the shareholders of the pharmaceutical company that manufactured their wolfsbane medication. He should know a thing or two besides what the labels said.

Detective Maxwell entered his boss's office after being informed by one of the officers that his attention is needed in Mr Bane's office.Mr Bane was sworn in by the mayor as the chief of police two years ago after he arrested Stan who happened to be the drug lord back then and he also provided a good evidence to be used against him.

The Magnus continued walking and fell on his knees when he reached the room's darkest side. "Father, the bounty hunter has arrived." Kaizer couldn't see the man in the dark for the torches were behind him, but he could see on his silhouette a bent stature and a bald head. He was old. Kaizer could sense power and authority from him but not enough to make him fall on his knees too. He was looking at Kaizer and Kaizer knew it. Silence was heard. Moans and pains were the background. Then the Magnus stood up and bowed.

Their voices grew as King Guaya arrayed in royal battle gears, with no mask, bustled out from the front battalion. He was the ruler of the kingdom of Muzagah. He was the tallest of all of them, apart from the abnormal giants who guarded the prince. He was not sophisticatedly dressed in war attires like his rival, yet his chest was encased in a sort of poor quality brass-made breastplate which complimented the male skirt he wore which was made of lion skin. A white girdle tightened his waist. Feathers of all kinds were stuck to his crown. Five medallions, two amulets; one bronze pendant and chains dangled about his neck. He walked like a big elephant, stamping the earth with vigor, and trundl

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.

Next. The second name made my stomach clench a little. Bane Killian. Now that was a name that sounded like money and power. He was older, in his forties, with sharp, handsome features and a cold smile. A proper business tycoon. But a few more clicks told the real story. There were articles, not about his mergers, but about his mergers and the models on his arm. A whole series of them. “Notorious playboy,” one headline read. “Heartbreaker Bane strikes again.”

He can be reasoned with. We wait. The doors open again. Bane Grimfang enters like a cold wind. Tall at six foot seven with pale skin that looks bloodless, but it's not the pallor that catches attention. It's the corruption. Dark veins crawl beneath his skin like living things, visible at his throat and his wrists, disappearing under his collar as evidence of forbidden magic eating him from the inside. His hair is silver-white and slicked back from sharp features and a cruel mouth. Handsome in the way poisonous things often are.

Without it, we cannot overcome him. I remained doubtful and crossed my arms. "So, who is it?" Kane inhaled deeply. Magnus is his name. And the only one who can assist us is him. Later that day, we went to a small, secret area of the camp to meet Magnus. He was a tall man with a chilly face and sharp features. Though I couldn't quite pinpoint it, there was something else in his eyes besides the wealth of knowledge. "So, it's you who requires my assistance?" Magnus spoke in a smooth, quiet voice. "After all you've done to me, why should I help you?"

“I know you chased her and almost killed her during the full moon. Perhaps you want something from her, too.” “Yes, you are right,” he responds, waving his hand in the air as if dismissing something. “I want her dead, and will kill her. Unlike you, who gives her a supernatural necklace to protect her.” “I wasn’t protecting her,” I snarl. Magnus, dressed in an all-red uniform with a black mask that completely covers his face, remains mute and stares back with zero expression on his face.