Magnus Chase Characters Novels & Stories

“Then do what you want, Kamilah. I won’t stop you from leaving my pack. But remember they will be after you, and you will be needing my help soon.” I know that. They will be after me but I will be strong. If they’ll kill me then let them. I will come at them for messing with me. And with that, Magnus didn’t even move an inch from where he stood as I started to run away. I continued running. I even looked back to see him just watching me from afar silently. I could feel long strides then followed and I didn’t have to look back to see Owen was following me. “You run fast.” He commented.

Before I could speak, the doors opened wide. A man stepped in. Tall, broad shoulders, his cloak frayed from travel. Scars crossed his arms, his jaw heavy with age and exile. The guards bristled, but he raised his hand slow. “I ask no fight,” he said, his voice deep and raw. “I am Magnus. Once Alpha of Redfang. Cast out, betrayed. I seek shelter… and truth.” Gasps spread. Magnus. A name I had heard only in whispers, a wolf cursed for war crimes long past. Why here? Why now?

Jodie The roar that tears out of Magnus's throat is filled with absolute madness. With his hands pulled back into dark, twisted claws, he lunges forward across the damp grass, aiming directly for Queen Vanya and me. Before he can even take two steps, Prince Levi moves like a streak of lightning. Levi steps right into his path, sweeping his leg low to kick Magnus directly behind the knees. Magnus grunts as his legs buckle under him, and before he can recover his balance, three fully armed royal guards tackle him down into the dirt.

There are tons of bitches out there waiting for an opportunity to grab him. And even if I can make him Mine, we can never be together. Chase is just a bad boy Mafia who lives a dangerous lifestyle but I am just a girl who just want to live a peaceful life. I believe my life now is every ladies dream and that was why Amelia and the rest of the girls couldn't take it in when Chase announced I'm the only one staying. Everyone wants to be close to him but y'all, you have to be able to take in all the ill character you get from him.

In place of his dinner outfit he had on grey sweatpants and a black, tight-fitted T-shirt with a comic character drawn in front of it. The T-shirt was so tight that it put his well-built muscles and six-pack abs on display. It was no secret that Chase was a regular at the gym. Seeing him looking so hot even at night with his chocolate-brown hair arranged carelessly on his head, Jessie felt her heart do a summersault due to his stunning looks. "What are you? Twelve?" She said, trying to pretend as though she wasn't affected by his good looks, pointing at the cartoon character on the shirt instead.

The man smiled, “Yes that would be me. I suppose she was talking about me then?” He looked absolutely pleased with himself while Elaina continued to glare. However he didn’t seem to be phased in the slightest by the look she was giving him. “Do you have a name then?” Charise continued. “I’m sure Elaina would love to know the name of her savior.” “Chase.” He responded sticking out a hand. “Chase Gregory.” “Nice to meet you Chase, I’m Charise, and I’m sure you already got Elaina’s name.”

He wore a heavy coat made of thick bear fur and his chest was covered in silver scars; the marks of ancient battles with the Council's elite Enforcers. This was Alpha Magnus, the leader of the northern blood-wolves. Magnus walked slowly down the path, his heavy boots made deep thuds in the mud. He stopped five feet away from us, he gazed over Kael’s bleeding arm before locking directly onto my face. For a long, tense moment nobody breathed. The only sound was the crackle of the low campfires and the distant hum of the wind through the cliffs. Magnus leaned forward, his nose twitched as he took in my scent.

"Elara!" Ryan roared again, his voice cracking against the scream of the turbines. He looked disheveled. The expensive blazer he had worn so proudly at dinner was rumpled, and his face was a mask of panicked fury. Behind him, Chloe stood by the car, her eyes wide, clutching her designer purse as if it were a life raft. Elara did not stop walking. She didn't even break her stride. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the asphalt, a steady, lethal beat. Silas shifted Mia to his other arm and stepped into Ryan’s path. He was a wall of solid muscle and expensive wool.

Magnus had just finished giving a brief statement to one of the officers when another figure approached. Inspector Caleb Pierce. He walked toward them with a serious expression on his face, accompanied by three uniformed officers. Caleb stopped a few steps away and studied Magnus carefully. “You are…” he began, pointing slightly at him. “Magnus Edochie,” Magnus replied calmly. “Right,” Caleb said with a short nod. He placed his hands on his hips before continuing. “Mr. Edochie, you’ll have to come with us to the station for a few questions about what happened here.”

Reading it would mean wanting it. One by one, Johnny introduced the rest of the squad. “That’s Ryder—computer prodigy, though he spends more time on illegal bets than hacking.” “Cole—our bomb guy. Don’t give him liquor, unless you want half the base blown up.” “Those two are Nina and Marco. Don’t let the cuddling fool you—they’ll gut a wolf before breakfast.” “Gideon—brooding type. Don’t expect small talk.” “Then there’s Old Man Harris. Lost his wife and kids to rogues. Been chasing a deathwish ever since, but the bastard won’t die.”