Magnus Chase Fan Art Novels & Stories

“But Alpha…” “That is an order.” The words left my mouth sharp and final. The guard stiffened before lowering his head in submission. I did not wait for another response. I shifted instantly, my bones cracking as my wolf surged forward, and I sprinted toward the cabin. The forest blurred past me as the wind tore through my fur. My mind raced faster than my body. Something inside me twisted painfully with every step I took closer to that place. Before reaching the clearing, I had mindlinked Dante and instructed him to meet me there. As expected, when I arrived, he was already waiting outside the cabin, standing still like a silent sentinel.

It was over between us. Magnus took my breath away. A white blouse shirt featuring lace detailing at the throat was part of his attire, complemented by black pants and high boots. He slicked his dark hair back from his forehead and tied it at the back. On his left hand, a ruby ring glinted in the sunlight. He looked as if he had stepped out of another era.

Chase is standing behind a professional photographer he called after their lunch. "Sorry for requesting such a ridiculous request but also thank you so much for complying to it. Because you do remind me of Snow White." Chase apologize but he did not feel any form of regret for asking such request. He really thought that Bianca would turn it down but he is having so much fun right now that he get to make his imagination earlier into a reality. He even get to capture the sight, immortalizing it through photos. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not even that white." Bianca pointed out, she checked herself out if she really does resemble the popular fictional princess but no matter how m

He stayed inside for a long moment, grinding lazily, making sure the cum stayed deep. When he finally pulled out, he pushed the plug back in, trapping everything inside once more. “Keep it in until tomorrow night,” Magnus ordered, voice rough with satisfaction. He traced the fresh, bleeding bite marks on Finn’s thighs with his fingers, smearing the blood. “These are my favorite marks yet. Hidden. Intimate. Painful.” Finn lay there panting, legs trembling, thighs throbbing with fresh bites. The risk of being caught in the garage made his heart race even now.

Magnus' hurting voice came from behind. "Ashton doesn't need one more person to admire him. He already got more than enough." She turned back to soothe him, and found him smiling at her. "I'm teasing you. He painted this series when he was about twelve or thirteen. He is so damn brilliant, isn't he? I've told you there's nothing he can't do." Despite his rivalrous feeling towards his cousin, Magnus was genuinely fair to him. She stole a glance at him in admiration. They went from one painting to another. With every painting she found, she felt more and more interested.

Magnus' POV The afternoon sun filtered through the thick branches of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows over the courtyard. Magnus stood in its shade, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the distant horizon as a restless energy simmered beneath his calm exterior. The weight of expectations and half-truths pressed heavily on his shoulders. He had built this life purposefully, choosing Riana as his mate to strengthen the pack. Everything was supposed to be perfect, yet something gnawed at him—something intangible but insistent.

His eyebrows fly to his hairline and he casts a sideways glance in Chase’s direction, but to his credit, he doesn’t let anything else slip- his chest rumbles with a chuckle and he nods, putting his back to Chase to block his view as he starts to draw it up. “Where do you want it?” Benji asks over his shoulder as he starts sketching. Chase sits up in his chair, tugging his hoodie off overhead. The hem of his t-shirt rises with it, giving me a peek at those washboard abs of his. My gaze lingers long enough for Chase to catch me staring once he gets his sweatshirt off, a smirk coming to his lips. Then his eyes drop to my chest and he tosses his hoodie in my direction. “Put that on, you look col

Hey guys, I want to appreciate everyone who reads this book. It means a lot to me. Sooooo, I know some of you might not be happy with the end, but I want you to know it's just a story. And wait, remain calm! There's going to be book two. This is more like a prequel, an introduction to their love story. Book two is titled: Chasing her. It'll be out soon. Yes. Soon. You don't wanna miss book two, do you? 🤔

he chuckled. Evie looked at him with a smirk. “Why? Are you too bad at dancing that you want to do with without anyone else seeing? You know I heard you’re a bit of a show off but right now, all I see is a little chicken who is scared of giving a girl what she deserves

Xavier extended his hand and replied, "Likewise." Aurora observed the new man who approached. This was the famous Magnus. His eyes were darker than Tristan's, and his smile was dazzling. He was wearing a gray suit. "Tristan Callahan," Magnus said. "Magnus," Tristan retorted. So, this is the famous Magnus? The photographer analyzed him. His eyes are darker than Tristan's, and his smile is dazzling. He's wearing a gray suit. "You haven't changed a bit, still trying to steal my contracts," Magnus teased.