Magnus Bane Novels & Stories

And there is one thing in common. Magnus. His name, his symbol, his face. He's in every single one. I made sure to only show her the most damning photos. Once where he's on medical staff delivering baby Devarouxes or as a groomsman for a Bryant wedding. "How do I know you aren't making all this up?" she balks. "This could all be some elaborate fairytale you're spinning for me because you think I'm gullible." She crosses her arms.

I really dislike guys like him. I scanned him from his well-groomed hair and black suit down to his black pointed shoes. I couldn't find anything wrong with him, except for his attitude, of course. "So, what's the plan?" I asked, crossing my arms. He grinned, then sat on the marble garden bench, even before we entered, he was already teasing me outside. His guards surrounded us, as if blind before. They didn't even move, like robots just staring into the distance. "Listen, Vanna. I am Magnus, and as your parents have proposed..." I raised my eyebrow.

Rex had always considered himself quite tall for his race, but even he had to look upward to look into this man’s face, his eyes widened at the sheer size of the man, he was not Bohl, but also did not seem to be the same race as he, Alahn seemed to be at least seven foot tall and an easy four feet across the shoulders, seemed to have muscles growing over muscles and massive tree trunk arms leading the dinner plate sized gnarled hands. “You’re…large,” Rex said, letting Sküülen slide back into the sheathe, he knew when he was outmatched and thought that even with Sküülen’s help, he would be easily overpowered by this man, his aura radiating unending power, the only other person that almost mat

Anne Jenner goes half a year, you go half a year? Magnus: It's not a matter of being a Huu family, you don't have to worry about going anywhere. Recently, the Magnus family corporation had a civil war to the point of chipping his forehead, Magnus had to temporarily put aside his military science and technology project to plan and prepare to fight a fierce battle with those old demons.

“What do you mean?” “Domenico is trying to wipe out the blood of the Grimaldi’s to ensure that he does not die based on some prophecy he got. So, not only is he using some ancient dark magic spell to stay alive, he also wants to ensure that no one, in other words, according to that so-called prophecy, you and the kids, would kill him” Nathan said, and I sighed, shaking my head. I sat on the couch, and chuckling, Nathan sat beside me and wrapped his right arm around me, pulling me to his chest.

"Cain, a word." "Time changes all things, especially an offer. Little wolf or Bloody Alpha, the decision will cost you one way or another. Help will be given and my love will be free, by yourself or another. A favour repaid or a debt to be made. No time to waste, lives lie in the balance." The warlocks words reach me as clearly as if he is still standing before me, even when he's escorted out of sight. "Cain." My father calls from his office. He's leaning behind his desk, looking far older than he should for a man in his mid forties. "You need to fight the wolfsbane in your system quickly. We need you at full strength."

I wasn’t alone. I slowly turned toward the darker side of the balcony to see a figure standing there, leaning against the stone railing with his back toward me. Even in the darkness, I knew exactly who it was. Magnus. He looked even more intimidating away from the crowd. Without his royal cloak and the attention of the entire room on him, he seemed less like a king and more like something dangerous that had been waiting quietly in the shadows. His massive frame blocked part of the view behind him. His shoulders were broad, his dark leather tunic fitted against his powerful body, and the tattoos covering his arms seemed almost alive under the moonlight.

"The one they banished. The one you all forgot." "Banished?" Reylap whispered, her hand tightening on Eliott's arm. "Who? Give me a name!" The prisoner opened his mouth to speak, but his expression suddenly contorted. It wasn't pain from his leg—it was something internal. He clawed at his neck, his eyes bulging. "Wait, he’s—" I started, stepping toward him. Suddenly, a pitch-black mark, like a vein of ink, erupted across his skin, slicing a perfect, horizontal line across his throat. It looked like a shadow had turned into a blade.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

Recalling that year, it was clear that it was all a dark conspiracy that I did not want, but it ended up making me can not forget. In addition to being the CEO of Citus, Marcus Johansen, I am also the boss, the king of the underground world, Magnus. I used my Magnus identity to trade in the underground with deals that brought in billions of dollars a year. Illegal, yes. Dangerous, of course. Deadly, for sure. I'm used to this, dark, dirty, and dead. People trampling on each other for their own sake, cheating, killing each other, it's become the norm in the underground. Here, the strong are the winners.