Novel & Cerita Magnus Bane

"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.

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

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.

I asked, turning to my beta. Magnus Kane is my one and only friend. He has been with me through thick and thin ever since his mom ran into our pack holding him in her arms bloody after rouges attacked her and his father, eventually killing his dad. My father, the former alpha king Lucian Blackthorn, saved him and his mom and killed the rogues who had attacked her. One of the rogues used his claw to swipe at Magnus’s neck, it was a fatal wound that would have claimed his life that day. It was only by the moon goddess’s grace that he survived that day. He still has a scar from the encounter.

Only he could match the powers of Italian Mafia . Magnus was noticing everything from the cameras in his mansion . A smirk landed on his face . He liked Russian Mafia's gut to invade his house . He has got the weapons as well . He was ready to teach a lesson to him for invading the house . He wanted the crowd to know that no one should dare to cross their lines . The game was on .

Bane asked as Magnus sighed, his thoughts juggling at each other. “Follow her everywhere and whenever she plans to meet that Eric, do everything to stop it. Of course you should know, you can only do it secretly. You can’t handle Izzy if you gave her head on,” Magnus stated as Bane bowed and walked away. He sighed heavily as the disturbing thought of what he had always dreaded troubled him for the rest of the night. **********

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.”

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?"