Magnus Chase 4 Novels & Stories

Looking at me with a complicated gaze, she asked, "Major Tomlinson… Would you like to report this to your superiors?" I shook my head. "That won't be necessary. It's a personal matter. There's no reason to bother them about it." Should I barge in there and claw at them like a madwoman? Or cry like a resentful wife about the years we had fought side by side together? There was no point. A man whose heart had already wandered was nothing but an empty shell, even if I won him back. I hurried downstairs, only to be grabbed tightly by the wrist by Nathan, who had chased after me. His breathing was still uneven, his collar askew. "What are you doing here? Did you… hear anything earlier?"

She stood naked in the center of the glass dome, her body illuminated by the ethereal northern lights above. Magnus entered silently — a 6’11” Black Icelandic special forces veteran with a body like forged obsidian. His dark skin contrasted sharply with the white surroundings as he locked the door behind him. Freya’s voice was low and hungry. “No mercy tonight. I want to be completely destroyed.”

‎ ‎Magnus shoved me into the hallway before I could respond. ‎ ‎"Move," Magnus ordered, checking his watch again. "The convoy leaves in two hours. And you look like a ghost. Put on some rouge. I won't have my prize looking damaged before I even get her home." ‎ ‎I leaned against the wall, clutching my bandaged arm. The bruise on my side throbbed in time with the sting of the needle. ‎ ‎I watched Magnus walk away, his stride confident and predatory. ‎ ‎He didn't see a fiancée. He didn't even see a woman.

Rex, Lacey and Minet all dashed forward towards Telagus, weapons drawn, ready to decide the fate of Hale. Book two, Magnus: Dragon Lord is available now.

I run as fast as I can. When I felt like I was no longer chased by that guy, I lean on a wall and relax. God, why are all of these happening so suddenly? I almost jumped on my feet when I was in a corner by a guy I met earlier. He's leaning closer to me, he smells so nice, it's a mix of mint and smoke. So all this time he's smoking? He's hella stunning! He's so handsome with his thick eyebrows and pointed nose. I must say that he's freaking rich by the watch on his wrist and the way his tuxedo perfectly suits his body. He leans closer to me and smells the side of my lips. My heart is beating so fast.

If time permits me, then 4 chapters. And yep, this is the book 2 of “Chasing his”. To understand this story better, read the first book. That'll help you how the story started. I appreciate everyone who reads this, and please don't forget to drop a comment/review. God bless! For updates info, reach me out on my social media. FB page & group: Author Praise Odulesi & Praise Fam respectively. IG: official_praise_ewa :-)❤️

My body aches but in a good way as I look at him. He wants me but can I allow him to have me? Years of training and pain to be a heretic thrown away for something that most likely won’t last! And yet the mate bond calls to me , pulls me in like the ending is unavoidable. I shake my head , it’s too early in the morning to let myself get pulled into the sadness and confusion. Matts grip tightens and he pulls me in closer. I inhale and the smell of him puts me at ease. He always smells like the beach , a clean smell of freedom. His natural scent mixed with the aftershave he wears mingles to create a heavenly scent. Without warning his eyes spring open and I can hear running in the hallway. What

I managed to ask, my voice weak and barely audible. His gaze dropped to the shackles around my wrists and his jaw clenched. His ocean blue eyes blazed as if the sight of my situation made him so mad. The danger lurking beneath the depths of his orbs made me know he was beyond livid. With two long strides, he managed to close the gap between us. He got down in front of me and held the shackles on my wrists. The initial sting of pain as the shackles pressed against my skin made me wince, but the pain soon vanished when the shackles broke into pieces under the brutal grip of the man. For him to crush wraith steel just like that proved how strong he was, and I was starting to wonder if he was ju

He bow in submission took one last, long look at me before backing out of the room, closing the door behind him. The moment he was gone, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The shift tore through me, bones breaking and reforming as Magnus surged forward. In a matter of seconds, I was no longer standing on two legs but on four. The desk, the chairs, the walls—they were all a blur as I crashed through the door and out into the open air.

My bones ached, my heart pounded, and then— The world shifted. Every sound dulled. Every breath felt distant. I lifted my head and saw through layers of flame and shadow. The forest, the patrols, the stone walls—everything glowed with threads of light, like life itself was woven from fire. And then I saw him. Magnus. Standing at the edge of the courtyard, framed by the moonlight. Cloaked in black, his eyes gleamed red. The sight of him sent a shock through my entire body. “Beautiful,” he murmured, voice carrying effortlessly across the distance. “The flame has awakened.”