Magnus Chase Fan Art Novels & Stories

He was playing another game, on one whose board only he could see. On the table in front of him were not financial reports or society pages, but printouts. Articles about the Magnus-Clarkson Foundation, gathered from the fringes of the internet where these things were tracked. There were fuzzy photographs, taken from a distance with a telephoto lens: Clarkson and Magnus walking along the rocky Maine shoreline, heads bent in close conversation. Another of them on the deck of a small, sun-worn sloop, Magnus' hand on Clarkson's as he handled the tiller.

“ What the heck? You want to decapitate my dick? “ Chad exclaimed as he exposed his face. Maria was shocked, of course she did a terrible job. Chad went static when he recognised who the girl was, it was the giant baby color Blue. “ It's you. “ Maria was face to face with the image of Chad Macmiller. Not once in the competition had she seen his face. Chad had a ripped face, muscular and finely lined. His jawbone was sharp and majestic, to die for. He had full, carved brows and a deep blue eyes that she could get forever lost gazing into. She staggered backwards, “ I'm sorry Mr Macmiller. “

“No. My way.” He stared at me, torn between fury and trust, before exhaling like it broke him. “Then gods help me, I’ll wait.” At the feast, Magnus stood, his voice booming. “When the Binding is complete, we’ll crush every pack that defies us.” He lifted my arm before the crowd, calling me his “faithful hound.” The hall cheered, the sound curdling in my stomach. Across the tables, Zane’s stare burned into me, not pity, not shame, but promise.

he seethed, almost poking his long fingers into my eyes. I trust Coach will come over to the correctional center. He’s going to fuckin tell me if anything happens to her. Until then, I can't act recklessly. Magnus returned to his seat, his hands rubbing over his knuckles. There were cuts on his knuckles. He pulled off his rings, putting them inside his pocket. His face shows no emotion, but his fingers went straight to his cheeks, scratching, then returned to his knuckles again. “Someone's knuckles got ruined because of me.” I teased.

his eyes flashes to red. “You will always be scared of the beast I am” I place a hand on his back everyone needs someone even chase. “I’m not scared of the beast Chase I’m scared of you becoming one” “And what if I already am faith what if I’m not worthy enough I have no one you know and all my life I have watched you with your friends watched you playing from the shadows I was also in the dark lurking I never had the opportunities you did and I will never amount to anything but please trust me when I say I’m trying to keep you safe”

Archie asks, and I nod as I study Chase. Chase seems to ooze with dominance as he strides confidently towards the breakfast bar. His hair is golden blond. He has shaved the sides of his head short, to show off, I suspect, the tattoo starting just above his ear. It’s an intricate pattern running down his neck and below his collar. I can see him being a character in one of the human shows my mum watches where they wear leather and ride motorbikes. I wonder if he wears leather when he’s not in uniform.

“I’m serious.” “So am I.” I glared at him. Then suddenly his expression brightened mischievously. “You know what? I can always post your picture. Tag you and tell everybody you’re my love interest.” My mouth fell open. “Chase.” “Then my followers will flood your comments begging you to accept me. Boom. You’re famous.” “YOU WOULDN’T DARE.” “Oh Mia,” he laughed softly. “You really shouldn’t challenge me.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Why are you like this?”

"Then your tongue will become paralyzed. You can't even scream." "W-Wha...d-do...wan-nt f-from m-me?" She tried to grab something but failed to do so. Her body is not cooperating. "Want from you? I don't want anything from you. I want you, you! Ariz Jones. Do you understand?" He laughed maniacally. "Isn't it sweet? I'm like a prince searching for a princess and now that I found the one. I'll take you back to the kingdom of pain and sorrow! You'll love it there Ariz!" He leaned close to her ear and whispers. "You will end everything for me. Don't worry I won't kill you ... not yet."

Magnus said, glancing at Sebastian, “but the debt remains. If ever you require assistance, I will be there. I give you my word.” He took a black-gold card from his pocket and handed it to Caitlin. “This is my personal card. Should you travel to A Country, contact me. I will host you myself.” Caitlin accepted it. She would be going back eventually, searching for her mother. This could prove useful. “May I exchange contact details with you both?” “Of course. It would be our honor.” After swapping numbers, Magnus hesitated before asking, “And… Mrs. Vanderbilt, may I take a photo with you? Just as a keepsake. I promise it will never be made public.”

Or could it be she is in a relationship that is leading to something serious? Jealousy, guilt, and anger raced in my mind. I slammed the table hard which drew the attention of those sitting behind me. Just then, models began to show ST Atelier's latest designs and all were breathtaking. After ten models had showcased their outfits, the little boy who came to show the collection of kids drew my attention. I was gobsmacked, the little boy was a mini version of me. I had to stand and take a snapshot of him. ‘Was I just thinking wild or was my imagination far beyond normal?’ I asked myself.