Magnus Bane Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

|| One Year Prior To The Present || Feeling the uncomfortable and seemingly neverending strain in his pants, Gabriel Nicholas Reid stood stiffly in front of the bulletproof, two-way floor to ceiling mirror glass doors standing between him and his personal office balcony, which overlooked the entire city of Vancouver, British Columbia.

The resemblance was striking, the same red hair, the same tall, lean build—but this man's features were softer somehow, his smile easier, where Bane's eyes had always held a predatory glint, this man's seemed warm, almost friendly. "Oh, hello!" He straightened, flashing us a charming smile. "You must be Christina. I've heard so much about you. " I tensed, instinctively moving closer to Priscilla. "Who are you?" "Maxwell, " he said, extending a hand "Bane's brother” .my eyes widened slightly and he

“Well then, you should be proud of your gut. It’s not wrong.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, Alexander is dangerous. He’s also one of the most powerful men I know.” His eyes widen in disbelief. “Oh shit.” I shrug, pushing through the front door of Rosita’s boutique. Marcus follows after me. “He’s Alexander Bane. That man who just helped us is Alexander Bane.” “I know.” “But he’s dangerous,” he says again. “Everyone knows what kind of man he is.” “Yeah. That’s the point.”

I knew he was referring to me kissing Damon but why the hell was he making a mountain from a mole? He wasn’t the one abducted from his home so he didn’t know how it felt like to feel total alone. Neither was he the one who had a crush too. “Stand up, mate,” He ordered. I timidly stood up, noticing his present physique. Bane was naked. He wasn’t wearing any clothes. It was just so obvious that he had just changed from his wolf form. Though I didn’t miss the veins that formed at his chests which spread around his body. That was definitely because of his beast form surfacing.

He made sure the news about Annie's did not circulate, trying everything possible not to let Alex have an idea about the dismiss of his mother, but Alex still got a hold of the full information ten years later when a journalist reached out to him. He had just gotten to his office when his secretary told him one Mr Raymond wants to see him urgently, at first Alex was reluctant to see anyone who had decided to hide his identity, but on a second thought he decided to see the man in question. "What do you want?" He asked, not bothering to look at whoever was standing in front of him as his eyes were glued to the file he was reading. "Iam here to discuss something that might interest you" Mr Raym

“And that’s a good thing, no?” ‘In theory.’ “In practice?” ‘He’s dying.’ My breath caught. No. Not Muzan. He had always been the unshakable one. The jester in the middle of storms. If he broke, something fundamental would be lost. “Is there anything I can do?” I asked quietly. Bane was thoughtful. ‘His body’s rejecting the power surge like poison. You’ll need to stabilize him. Ice water for the fever. Wolfbane tea if you can find it. It’s old magic…might buy him time.’

“You shouldn’t stay for the hunt. Things are going to get messy with everything going on right now. Take my daughter to a safe place.” “I won’t let my female lose face by running from your bitch of a Luna,” Ronan replies levelly. “She is now my ex-Luna,” Magnus amends, staring into the distance as he does, a surge of wind sweeping through the random locks of hair at his nape. “I’ve renounced our mating—something I’m beginning to see I should have done a long time ago.” With a parting look at me, he starts walking toward his car, calling over his shoulder, “Don’t make me regret trusting you, Ronan Bane. Take my daughter the hell away from danger.”

Magnus The world spun around me, a disorienting blur of sensations and memories. My body lay before me, possessed by the dark force of Gaius, the ancient sorcerer who had found a way to hijack my very essence. I hovered in the void, a mere spirit, a shadow of my former self, battling the oppressive presence that had taken root within my flesh. Each moment felt like an eternity; the struggle was relentless, the stakes unimaginably high. "Magnus, you can't win," Gaius's voice echoed within the confines of my mind, a sneering taunt that cut through my resolve. "This body is mine now. You are nothing but a ghost."