Magnus Chase Characters Novels & Stories

"You might be right, Maggie. I might be a monster, and I know that you hate me. I've come to terms with that fact. Nothing I do or say will change that, but... You're attracted to me." His words made me drop my jaw, and my eyes widened. "No..." I breathed. "You're wrong." Chase cracked his shoulders. "And you're so right. I'm not a good person Maggie. I'm bad, but I promise you this: I will get rid of anyone who ever tries to hurt you again." My pulse was drumming against my neck. Chase was naked, and I was trying my hardest not to look. Even as he came closer, I didn't let my eyes stray further south.

Val has to be the trophy daughter and marry some rich guy but not me. "Alright honey, I'll tell him you couldn't make it" mom finally agreed. Val rushed to hug her so I quickly left. My work here is done. I made my way for my Chevrolet Camaro. I was supposed to be meeting the guys at the bar for some drinks but I had other intentions. One of which kept swimming in my head all day. The blue eyed girl with raven hair that dumped my Knishes on the floor. I know I have to see her again so I had Jack, he's a really good hacker. He got her name and location for me. she wasn't hard to find, given she was the only student granted scholarship in her department. Smart ass isn't she?

Chase. Minutes later… “What happened in there, Chase, cannot happen again.” Magnus’ voice cuts through the room. Shaky and unsteady. He’s warning me? I sit there, coolly, watching him pace before me like a man trying to hold himself together. He stops in front of me, breathing hard. “I don’t care that she’s your fucking girlfriend. But I don’t need you fucking her on my goddamned counter!” He’s raging now. I just watch him. Arrogant. Unmoved.

I forced myself to listen to them congratulate Magnus on his "successful retrieval mission." ‎ ‎Inside, I was screaming. ‎ ‎Kaelen. Jinx. Rhea. Were they running through the flames right now? Had they escaped the ambush? ‎ ‎I looked at Magnus at his handsome, lying face and I realized something. ‎ ‎I didn't just want to escape him. I wanted to destroy him. ‎ ‎"Walk with me." ‎ ‎Breakfast was over. Magnus stood up, offering me his arm. ‎ ‎"I should rest," I tried to demur. "The doctor said—"

"This man killed my unborn child. Eye for an eye! Bring me your firstborn." "Alpha Magnus," I started, as Adira made her way through the crowd, holding a little girl. Both wore flower crowns. She stared at Magnus. We all did. A man in his late twenties stands tall, drawing everyone’s attention. His long, jet-black hair falls past his shoulders, framing a chiseled, stern face. His golden eyes are intense and almost otherworldly, giving him a mysterious air. He has broad shoulders and a strong, athletic build, making him look imposing. Intricate tattoos wind across his arms and peek above his collar, hinting at stories beneath. His expression is serious, and his sharp features rarely show emot

“The boss wants the girl. Said that if he has her… Alpha Magnus and his Luna would do anything he demanded.” A growl tore from Magnus—deep, primal, murderous. And my own wolf rose with him, ready to tear the truth out of the man piece by piece. It was much later—after we’d washed the blood and stench of interrogation off our skin—that we headed back to our women. “He really has no idea where Richard Craig’s been hiding,” Marcus muttered as he shrugged on his jacket. “I never knew his hatred for you ran this deep, Alpha Magnus.” Magnus let out a slow, heavy breath. There was exhaustion in it… and something darker.

Hunter was already here. Already walking directly into Magnus’ territory. Into Magnus' trap. And suddenly escaping no longer felt like the most important thing anymore.

I do not deserve anything real. When I am ready, I go out the room and I ignore her as she holds me by my arm. I get out of the house and go straight to my office. I call Egil and I sit on my desk. I am Alpha Magnus Ulfisson, the Killer of Rogues. I shouldn’t have forgotten that. *** “Magnus!” Antiope demands for the millionth time. “She is outside,” Egil hisses. “I can hear her.” “Don’t do this!”

Rex muttered to himself, rolling his shoulders, ‘Marcia, thank you, pull your forces back’. ‘This man holds the rank of commander. You are a sound fighter, but this man has trained his whole life to fight and lead, I do not think this plan is a wise use of your talents, kill the necromancers and run,’ Fafnir growled. “A fight to the death Magnus,” the large man bellowed, placing his hand on the pommel of the large sword strapped to his hip, his other hand curled into a fist beating his chest. “Of course,” Rex replied, with a nod and smile, as the blackguard commander drew his large sword, the hiss of steel against leather sounding out loudly, they stood there for a long few seconds staring a