Magnus Chase Fan Art Novels & Stories

I padded over to where Magnus and his brothers were standing and sat in front of them, watching them closely as they looked at me. “Congratulations, Dear One.” Cadmus spoke as he smiled at me. I huffed in response and spoke to the four of them in mind link. : Thank you, Cadmus. I was wondering if you four would be willing to watch the others in attendance that have decided not to shift since you won’t be taking part in the run. I see that Anders isn’t shifting and I don’t trust that man, not one bit. : “Of course Darling. Enjoy your run. Shall I find something for you to wear when you come back from your run?” Magnus asked as he took a step towards me. I stepped forward and nuzzled my head a

“Then… why do I still feel it?” Frederick’s eyes snapped up. “What?” Magnus shuddered, pressing a hand against his chest, his breathing uneven. “I—” His words cut off as his entire body seized. Then—a violent pulse of energy ripped through him. “MAGNUS!” Elia’s scream barely registered before his body convulsed, his head snapping back as black veins spread like wildfire across his skin. His eyes burned red, his body wracked with tremors as if something inside him was fighting to break free.

Taking his eyes away from the pool he looked up and just above the pool is a huge painting which consisted of the Map of Aquarial and the Fire Trident. "What brings you here young Tide?" Naga asked, breaking his trance as he turned to face the Merdragon. "I have come seeking your guidance, Naga," Tide said. The Elder Merdragon looked pleased, his tail swishing slightly, he looked like a child who got his favorite toy back from their grandparents or an old man whose favorite book was returned after decades of absence. "I am always glad to aid my young Tideian. Have I told you what a wonderful role model I find you to be?"

Claire blushed at my words, a warmth spreading across her cheeks as she rubbed her tummy. “I thought I was going to die after I created that barrier around Alpha Peter’s pack.” My mate admits. “My mate is too powerful to die just like that. The moon goddess never blessed you for you to die, my love.” I rubbed her cheek while my hand rested on her stomach. “Mike is going to be an elder brother,” she remarked. “Yes, he is.” “We’re glad to find the white witch?” Claire questioned, seemingly just remembering. “No, however, I plan on going after Damian with Alpha Peter’s help,” I told her.

She was so gone in her thoughts that she didn't notice the gorgeous building before her. It was modern style and the graffiti walls looked awesome. Most were doodle arts and there were some calligrams too. "How did you paint this?" Marvin was curious. It was the picture of the True Hate band but the picture looked okay from afar. But when you went near it, it was different. For example, Oggy's picture was made of his name Oggy. Chase's picture was totally made from his name Chase. Nigel and Shay had their pictures in the same way too.

The voice was deep, smooth, and entirely out of place. I froze as a large, tanned hand reached down and picked up my textbook. My eyes trailed up a muscular arm clad in the pristine maroon and gold jacket of the football team, finally landing on a face that belonged on a billboard. Chase. The captain of the football team, the future Beta of the Lightmaw pack, and the very last person who should be talking to an unshifted omega. He had sandy blonde hair, eyes the colour of melted caramel, and a jawline that could cut glass.

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

“Hold it. Then close your eyes and imagine the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to you. That part of you that can never change. That you’ll never let go.” I take a deep breath. He must’ve used his magic to create this—just for me. I don’t know what that part of me is, but I can feel it waiting. Somehow, Magnus always knows how to give gifts that aren’t just beautiful, they’re timeless. Priceless. Meant for the soul. I take another deep breath and do as he says. “Take your time,” Magnus murmurs. I expect to see Atlas. But instead, I see his father.

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 ❤❤