Magnus Bane Novels & Stories

”They are dead already don't panic“ I utter as I again focus my eyes in where Saypher was. He was doing his all to get to the core and smash break it. As long as he successfully did that, the boss of this horde would come out. Cane Magnus, he is part of four heavenly terrors. The insect master. Leading the north, all insects are on his side. He is not someone to belittle. But if it is Saypher, I know he can do it A loud explosion was heard. It is loud enough to make everyone cover their ears. Where did it came from?!! I frustratedly asked myself as I was so pissed of with the annoying sound that came. But to my surprise, that very same annoyance would make me be reminded of the time where on

I need something to clutch to right now, when my whole damn world feels like it’s been turned upside down. But of course fuck my luck Eros and Magnus Bane were already at the table. Magnus is one of our major clients and a huge shareholder in the couple . Through the years have worked for Eros I haven't seen him yet, never met him but have had the pleasure to have spoken to him on the phone a few times and I’ve seen pictures of him before. They don’t do him justice. He’s a hell lot better looking in person. He’s a big man, about the size of Eros. but with broader shoulders. Long blond hair which framed his rugged face. Despite the tailored suit he’s wearing, h

The email contained one line. ‘She is mine now.’ Bane picked up the penholder on his desk and, as he stood, he threw it clear across the room. “I will end anyone that was involved in this. Bring her uncle to me. NOW!” he roared. Spenser turned around and vanished from the office. Bane knew if anyone could find the fucking worm, it would be him. Jax and Simon, that had no idea what Bane had seen on his screen, walked around the desk and saw the short video that was on a loop.

If he hadn't been standing right next to me, I have no doubt the she-wolves would have been circling him like a kill. He’s the reason I’m here, I reminded myself. Declan was a wolf who moved mountains. I was just fortunate he’d decided to drag me up the peaks with him. "I’d like you both to meet my nephew, Marcus Hale," Magnus said, gesturing to the man at his side. "He’s a recent transfer to the Citadel. Officially, he’s our Warden of Public Integrity, but that’s just a high-blood way of saying he handles our PR and keeps the pack’s reputation from tarnish."

He was getting tired at the confused looks and the worried looks his companions constantly gave him. ‘Remember, information is power’ Fafnir warned. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rex knew what he meant so decided that he would share a part of his story. “As you both know, I am a Magnus, and with being a Magnus, I can sometimes use the power of a dragon to aid me in combat. The reason why I seem like I zone out, is because he talks to me inside my head, it can get very distracting at times. But as you have both also seen, the strain of my body also becomes too much the more I use.”

He could feel that his right hand was fractured by the punch. “Who... who are you? I’m the King of War. If you kill me, God of War Haays won’t let this go!” Magnus was so afraid that he could only grit his teeth and threaten Fane with Ethan Haays. “Haha, him?” Fane smiled coldly after hearing this. “I wonder how disappointed he’d be if he knew the most powerful soldier under his leadership had become such a useless bastard! “Today, I’m here to tidy up his team!” Fane stopped explaining and rushed toward him. He raised his leg up high before bringing it down forcefully.

​I watched him through the screen, a subtle, venomous smirk curving the corner of my lips. ​Magnus thought he was the undisputed king of this concrete tomb. He believed his bloodline, his brute force, and his obsessive, singular focus made him untouchable. For weeks, he had been tearing his own syndicate apart from the inside, blinded by the sudden appearance of a stubborn female forensic accountant locked away in his private quarters. He was so busy trying to break her spirit, so consumed by the friction between his hatred and his unacknowledged fascination with her, that he failed to notice the rot eating away at the foundation beneath his heavy boots.

He stands stark naked in front of me. "Now kneel," he speaks with authority. I kneel and a hiss escapes me when he grips my hair once again into his fist and makes me face him. I peer at him. The grip on my hair is not painful after that. It is firm. And I swear on my life the view of him from here looks even better. He is standing in front of me like a Greek God. Not Apollo or Adonis but Zeus himself. He is looking so hot. His tanned abs are calling me like crazy. I won't mind licking every inch of him.