Magnus Chase 2 の小説・ストーリー

Magnus’s eyes held promise and threat in equal measure, burning with the certainty that every contingency, every force, every calculated step would fall into place. Magnus’s voice softened for the briefest instant, just enough to chill the spine. “Two years. I waited two years. And in two years, she has learned. She has survived. But she will pay for that. And I will enjoy watching her realize the truth. what it means to be hunted by the one who wants her blood, her power, her life.”

"Your wedding date will be secured. You are dismissed." "What are you going to do?" she asked. "I am going to clean my house," Magnus replied coldly. Turning away from her, Magnus picked up the heavy black receiver of the landline sitting on his desk. He punched in a three-digit extension. "Get Beta Ronan," Magnus ordered into the phone. "Tell him to gear up and meet me in the courtyard. We have a hunt." **** The freezing rain had turned into a torrential downpour by the time Victoria walked out the grand front doors of the Packhouse.

Cathy turned and fled, her heart hammering in her chest as she plunged deeper into the woods. She could hear Magnus's pursuit, the sound of his body slicing through the air as he leapt from branch to branch with inhuman grace. Coming. He was coming for her. She ran faster, her bare feet flying over the forest floor. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pushed herself to the limit. Close. He was getting close. And still, Magnus closed in, his presence an inexorable force at her back. Cathy could feel the heat of his gaze on her naked flesh, could sense the hunger that radiated from him in tangible waves. Want. He wanted her. Needed her. Almost there, she th

“Tag! If you catch me, I’ll admit you’re the best chess player in the whole Philippines.” He took off running toward the mansion, his laughter echoing through the garden. Tera chased after him, her dress billowing around her legs as she raced across the lawn, through the open French doors, and into the grand foyer. Magnus sprinted up the marble stairs, his feet light on the runner rug that ran down the center. Tera was right behind him, her lungs burning, when he stepped on the edge of the rug and his foot slipped. Time slowed.

he says I nod once We do Because there is no going back from this No returning to what was No pretending this war can be avoided It ends here One way or another Magnus raises his hand slightly, and the ground beneath us trembles, power gathering, focusing, something bigger than anything he has used so far building at his command A final move A final strike I feel it before it happens And I do not step back I step forward Because this time I am not the one being hunted This time I am the one who decides how this ends

Nathan soon came to a stop and turned to me, his hand still holding mine. My parents stood close to us, Alpha Alec and Luna Lauren walked past us and turned to face Nathan and I. “Tonight we celebrate Jane Foster’s awakening, and not only that, but celebrating Jane and Nathan as mates.” Alpha Alec said. “Are you ready Jane?” Nathan asked looking over at me. “Yes,” I said. But the truth was, I wasn’t sure. I was scared. “It’s okay Jane.” Nathan whispered. “Whenever you’re ready sweetheart.” My dad said from beside me.

My father had watched me walk away, watched me take on the weight of the whole pack, and he had never said a word about the price tag he’d put on my head. "I have to move," I said, trying to stand up. My legs felt like they were made of water. Suddenly, a low, sharp whistle sliced through the air outside. Three short notes, then a long one. Magnus’s whole body changed. He grabbed a heavy wooden staff from the corner. His eyes turned a sickly, pale yellow. "They're here," he whispered. "The Council?" I asked, my hand going to the small knife I had tucked into my boot. "No," Magnus said, a grim look on his face. "These are trackers. Bounty hunters. Someone has leaked the truth, and now everyon

The taste of blood filled my mouth where the fabric had cut my tongue. "When they get here, I hope you keep that same attitude. Don't you dare beg for mercy." In the distance, I heard shouting. Male voices, calling my name with panic I'd never heard from them before. "Right on time," Scarlett whispered, her eyes lighting up with manic glee. Two figures appeared at the edge of the clearing - Kieran and Ryan, both breathing hard like they'd been running. Their faces were masks of barely controlled terror. "Scarlett!" Ryan's voice cut through the air like a whip. "Let her go!"

Magnus’ eyes went wide as I pulled down energy from the sky, swirling it into a tornado around him. The funnel was thick and tight, moving with him. He tried to escape through brute strength, but the wind was unyielding. “Can he breathe in there?” Ghost asked nonchalantly. “Shit.” I directed the wind to the sky and dissipated it throughout the atmosphere. Magnus collapsed to the ground in a heap. “Hmm, look at that. All this drama would have been saved if you had just bowed in the beginning.” Magnus rolled over onto his back, catching his breath. Everyone else stood on the porch watching.