Magnus Chase Characters Novels & Stories

My chest throbbed as I looked at him in shock. "Tiarra ... greet the young master," mama said behind me. I did not speak. I want to run away because of ignominy, I want to avert their gazes. Everyone seems to be looking at me right now. They are looking at me right now. They are judging me. They knew. "Tiarra?" Luxious smiled serenely. "That's your name," he uttered. "You must be terrified when I fell down the stairs." I was even more nervous. My eyes widened as I looked at him.

"Uh, oh… sorry about that. I didn't realize that you had a mate. And it’s Nix, that’s unbelievable. Sorry and congratulations to both of you." I accepted his apology. "No worries. No harm done." The girl shook her head at his denseness. "I'm Chloe, and this is Greg and Soren." Greg shook my hand. "If you didn't pick it up, Chloe is my mate." I said, "Yes, I noticed." I tilted my head as I examined Soren. "And your mate is Cassie from the library, right? I met her earlier today, she seems nice." Soren shook his head. "No, I haven't met my mate yet."

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."

Charlotte stared blankly at Magnus and thought he had lost his mind. She decided that it was not worth arguing with him. When she got up to walk away, Magnus snatched her phone and ran off with it. He had someone crack the password on her phone so he could get access to Charlotte’s conversation with Freya. With that, he managed to secure Freya’s address. “Get me the earliest flight there,” he ordered his assistant in a trembling voice. Even though he had known Freya for two lifetimes, the thought of meeting her made it hard to breathe.

he anxiously responded. I switched into mute mode as I observed him closely. I could perceive his scent. His vibe, oozing out, left me dazed. He might look old and wrinkled, but the sparkle in his eyes, the fear and confusion that plastered his face, and his entire demeanor told me the same thing, "This is Magnus." I couldn't take my eyes off him for a moment, and he stared blankly at me, too. "What the heck happened here?" the question vibrated in my mind.

Playful Woman [Magnus Pov.] Magnus Wellington. Eighteen years old. Heartthrob. Basketball player. Self-centered. Handsome. Bad boy. Martial arts expert and a total Womanizer. In fact, I would have been in college, but because of my pampered and always cutting class, I am still back and forth in the last grade of high school.

Ritha didn't answer him and just shook her head. Here, Magnus(Augustus's third brother) had his jaws clenched and frustration was clear in his eyes when he saw the arrow missing it's target which resulted in saving his brother and his wife. He punched at the nearby wall and went inside. Author's Note Heya guys! Are you interested in the story now as it is slowly and gradually moving towards it's thrilling part? Seems like 'The Eagles ' are getting support from inside. What do you think 🤨I'm loving writing this story and hope you are loving reading it and if you do, please hit the star button and comment down your thoughts ❤❤

The fact that no one was able to predict him added on to his allure. Right now, she was able to discern a small frown that appeared on his face after a closer look. The black hair of his was styled neatly, and he was dressed formally in a navy blue suit. From the noble air around him, one was easily able to guess his status. A beauty mark sat below his left eye, accentuating his looks, and if it wasn't for the strong pressure one felt around him, they wouldn't be able to avoid looking away from him. Everything about was like a magnet.

Their eyes were sharp, angry, and shocked by our audacity. No one said a word. No one moved. The silence was so thick, I could hear the sound of my heart pounding. “Run.” Sabrina broke the silence, grabbing my hand. We picked on our feet immediately and took off down the hallway, our feet pounding against the floor. Behind us, I heard the men shouting, swearing. “You fuckers! Get back here!” Rafael growled. Their heavy footsteps thundered behind us as they chased us. My chest burned and my legs felt like they were giving out. My vision blurred again, but I still didn’t stop.

"We are seeking help from the Russian Mafia..." I still and glance at him. "War? That's what you wanna turn this to?" "There is nothing else we can do... An old acquitance is in town he can help us get in touch with the Russian Mafia" "An old acquitance? Is he like part of them too?" "Family legacy for him.. He fled from there to Dakota.. He is under the disguise of an Evangelist" "Whoa.. That's interesting.. Is he running from something?" I ask