Magnus Bane Novels & Stories

“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."

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.

“I will be helping with the preparations for it, don’t worry. I just need to ensure that Bella is fine these days before we get things done with working on our part. There are still a few things that Nathan wants us doing, and they won’t be taking long” “So, as long as everything is planned, I hope that we can assume that nothing goes wrong at the gala. We need to ensure security, and knowing that the Lycan wouldn’t be coming alone, we can’t have any mistakes happening” Dimitri said, looking down at me, his words holding an underline meaning. I knew that he was referring to the threat mother claimed to have received, and needless to say, the fact that I knew that were going to be inviting th

"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."