Magnus Bane Novels & Stories

Beaming as if he had some great secret. Which he is certainly not sharing fast enough. “What is it Magnus?” I snapped. “I know that man.” Magnus whispered. “One both wolf and mage.”

‎ ‎Dante pulled back instantly, his face smoothing into a mask of indifference. ‎ ‎"Just checking the merchandise, Magnus," Dante called out. He winked at me—a sad, apologetic wink. "She's ready." ‎Magnus stepped into the room. He was dressed in a fresh white tuxedo, looking like a demon angel. ‎ ‎"Time to go," Magnus said. ‎ ‎I clutched the razor blade tight, feeling the edge bite into my skin. It was a grim gift. But it was a choice. ‎ ‎"I'm ready," I whispered.

She stood naked in the center of the glass dome, her body illuminated by the ethereal northern lights above. Magnus entered silently — a 6’11” Black Icelandic special forces veteran with a body like forged obsidian. His dark skin contrasted sharply with the white surroundings as he locked the door behind him. Freya’s voice was low and hungry. “No mercy tonight. I want to be completely destroyed.”

A high central fire. The smell of meat cooking, smoke, leather, iron. The mark under my skin stirred like it recognized the place. I had to force my face to stay blank. Then he stepped from a shadowed tent, and the mark didn’t just stir - it listened. Magnus. Tall. Pale hair bound at his nape. Eyes too calm, too calculating. He wore no armor, only a dark shirt and a long coat, like he didn’t need armor. Maybe he didn’t. Power sat on him like a second body.

She rolled her eyes playfully. Lena took over, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper that would have been perfect for a YouTube conspiracy video. "Decades ago, Magnus fought in a war. Not just any war. A supernatural conflict that most humans don't even know existed. He was fighting Alpha Kazakh – a legendarily brutal leader whose anaconda tattoo is said to come alive during battle." "Come alive?" Cathy's eyes were the size of dinner plates. "That's real? Real?"

If a guard so much as stepped toward her, the shadows would rise up and swallow them whole, leaving nothing behind but a discarded helmet. Magnus and Kaelen were the final hammer. The old wolf and the restored Shield moved with a grim, familial efficiency. Kaelen was silent, his movements still possessing a touch of that mechanical precision he had acquired in the Falls, but now it was directed by a soul. He moved like a shield of violet glass, reflecting every attack and creating openings for Magnus to deliver the killing blow. Magnus was a force of nature, his broken axe replaced by a heavy iron club he had looted from a gatehouse. He wasn't fighting for a throne or a law; he was fighting

"What do you think he will look like?" Morrigan looked towards Frey then up at the sky again. Looking at the bright stars shining down at her. "He is probably a fine man. Well-versed in literature and the military. Not to mention that his father is also quite handsome." Morrigan took out the locket she keeps inside of her dress. Frey pried a look at the locket, finally noticing the back of the locket. "Are those your initials?" Morrigan nodded at Frey's inquiry. "This locket, only him can open it." Morrigan turned the locket in every direction, again looking for a way to open it.

Enraged, he yelled, “How in the world did you find us so quickly?” Magnus pressed a knife against me and backed up. He was unwilling to give up. “Get Gabriel Montag here! If he doesn’t come, I’ll cut her up!” Magnus wanted to use me as bait so that he could dissuade Gabriel from buying out the Baird Group. He was still trying to get profit out of this! Unfortunately for him, this was merely a daydream. I watched as Gabriel walked inside. He looked worried as he said, “Put the knife down, Magnus. I can give you whatever you want!”

“I’m making conversation. Pack bonding. You should try it sometime.” “She doesn’t owe you her story.” “I didn’t say she did. I’m just trying to get to know her. You know, ask the questions you should be asking.” Caelan paused, eyes narrowing slightly. “Like what?” Ven turned to me. “Like—what do you want now, Bane? You’ve been through hell. You’re not dead. You’re not insane. You’re here. So… what do you want next?” The apple crunched between my teeth as I considered that. Juice slicked my fingers. The truth, when I spoke it, surprised even me.