Novel & Cerita Magnus Bane

The only saving grace was that he did not, nor anyone else, force themselves on her. I had the guards unshackle him and take him to the center of the room. His arms were raised above his head, attached to a chain. His ankles were shackled so that his legs were apart. He was essentially in an upside-down Y. Bane was an assassin for hire, a mercenary to fulfill whatever needs someone had. We needed to figure out if he was hired to do this job or if it had just been his own choice.

Michael slapped my back, laughing as we headed to the office. “The first scouts are reporting limited weapons. Less than a quarter of the rogues and vampires appear to have weapons. We need more intel, but it would appear as if those with the weapons are currently all located in one area, which will make a concentrated attack to take them out easier.” Duncan was pointing to a map as he spoke. “As soon as we know more, I say that we move.” “We need to get Harley and Raina back here safe. Then we can move.” Tobias, Duncan’s Beta stated. Tobias was an old friend and a good Beta. He was often the voice of reason, which worked well to balance Duncan’s reckless nature.

My eyes widened, scanning the swirling white vapor. Slowly, a towering, massive figure materialized out of the fog, walking directly toward me. It was Bane. A momentary wave of relief washed over me, but it vanished instantly when he stepped into the dim light of the vanity mirror. His eyes weren't calm. They were pitch-black, blown wide with a dark, primal and incredibly serious look as if I were a threat that had just breached his final line of defense. As the fog swirled and parted around him, my breath completely left my body. My jaw dropped, my jade-green eyes stretching to their absolute limits.

Kael tried to hold me back, but I wrapped him with a rope of fire… It wouldn't burn his skin; he'll just stay down. “Lila! Stop! Don't lose yourself! Don't let your power take you!” His dark eyes were intimidating; his aura was palpable, and his towering presence consumed the area. In his hand was Wylan, choking and gasping for breath. My heart skipped a beat, and with a strong crackle I raised a ray of fire into the air and cut his hand off from Wylan. Their hearts skipped at the sight of my power. He just smiled wryly, exactly as he'd been described… Magnus — the greatest hunter — but today was surely going to be his end.

His touch was grounding, hot against the cold air. “Keep going,” he said, voice low and rough. “Don’t look back.” But I did. The Enforcers moved like shadows, their bodies shifting in flashes of half-formed wolves — eyes red, teeth bared. And leading them… Ronan’s father. Magnus Veyr himself, silver-haired and unyielding, his aura burning like wildfire. Even from a distance, I could feel his power pressing against mine. Vale cursed under his breath. “Magnus never leaves the Council chamber.”

If Magnus wanted us dead, this was where it would happen. Then he appeared, walking through the gates with the casual arrogance of someone who owned everything in sight. Magnus Veyra in the flesh… seven feet of scarred muscle and platinum hair, his pale eyes holding the kind of cold intelligence that made him more dangerous than mere physical strength ever could. "Darius Kael." His voice carried easily across the distance between us. "So good of you to come. Though I'm surprised you left your human pets to die while you played politics with the Council."

It was over between us. Magnus took my breath away. A white blouse shirt featuring lace detailing at the throat was part of his attire, complemented by black pants and high boots. He slicked his dark hair back from his forehead and tied it at the back. On his left hand, a ruby ring glinted in the sunlight. He looked as if he had stepped out of another era.

“That’s not my problem.” “‘Then tell me, ‘Magno’, what is the problem? What is bothering you so much? Dude, calm down. You don’t have to be so worried all the time.’” Magnus frowned as he sipped. He hated being called ‘Magno’. People used to call him that since he was a little boy. It sounded like the name of a superhero he was not but most of all, it was just annoying. His best friend Tanner was the only one who still had the courage to call him by that stupid nickname.

" Conan did not know Kaze’s true identity but his father, Mathew, knew that Kaze was the God of War. If even Mathew was concerned and had to warn Kaze, then Magnus Fuller must be a formidable foe. Kaze laughed it off and said, “It’s fine. Magnus or Magnum, I don’t care. The Viper Queen would have to be involved if they want to deal with me.” He was not being overconfident or arrogant. No matter how powerful or scary Magnus was, he was still affiliated with the Viper’s Den, an agency under the government. He was still restricted by laws and rules, so he could not just go on a rampage disregarding the consequences.

Sarah shoves me aside and moves toward Magnus, forgoing formalities and instantly inspecting his numerous injuries. Magnus gives her a shy, but polite, smile, but his eyes remain locked on mine, questioning. Questioning everything, of course, because this plan wasn’t the least bit thought through. Not at all. I just had to come back. At least to Maatua, where I knew a few family members would be stationed in wait for Zayn’s grand event. Magnus came because he won’t be coming back to KiloKilo for a while, seeing as he has a very sick mate on the mainland, and also I needed him as a buffer. Zayn, of course, is still on KiloKilo delegating and whatnot, given that our waters are now swarmed by A