Romans & histoires Magnus Chase Fan Art

He takes his hand back and brushes his red hair to the side. "Y-yeah... thanks, Magnus," I mutter and keep my eyes to the side. Every time I see him, I'm only reminded of the red blood of my wounds. I hate the color red... I much prefer a purple hue like Ebony has in the moonlight. Before Magnus can leave, I wince at the sound of Gracie's high-pitched squeal. "Maggie!" She launches herself at him and laughs as she hugs him. "Gracie is good to see you!" She beams happily.

Arthur said, a smirk finding it's way to his lips. Ana said nothing so Arthur continued. “ You're too beautiful, it's probably why the moon goddess chose to not give you a wolf. Perfect to be subdued “ Chase could not take it anymore. He immediately closed up the distance between them. Anastasia made to back away from Arthur's finger still on her chin but she could barely move any distance when she almost tripped. A warm hand supported her lower back giving her balance. She turned to see Chase, his eyes were locked in an angry stare at Arthur.

His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger. Watching as Magnus ripped a large chunk of meat off the bone with his teeth, Brand wondered what the man was thinking. The Chieftain's shrewd grey eyes never left him as he chewed. Did he believe he was a spy from another clan? Possibly mad? He wished he knew when he was. He was sure his clothes, if nothing else, made him appear suspicious.

“Fremtidens nøgle… Tiden vævet I træ… Skæbnesvanger arv… Magnus.” Her breath caught as realization washed over her. This box was a creation of her dear friend, Magnus, the very same Magnus she had vowed to avenge just hours ago. The implications were astounding. What message did he wish to convey from beyond the veil of death? With trembling hands, she turned her attention back to the keyhole, searching for the means to unlock the box. Her fingers brushed against a small, concealed latch, and as she pressed it, the box emitted a soft, ethereal glow. The intricate carvings began to shift and move, forming a pattern that resembled the constellation of Orion.

My body shook violently, the cut in my side throbbing. Tyler stumbled over, panting. “We can’t hold this. More will come. We need to run.” Jace nodded, wrapping an arm around me. “Move.” We bolted through the trees, shadows chasing us, enforcers howling behind. Every step burned, every breath was a knife in my chest, but I didn’t stop. The forest thinned ahead, moonlight spilling through. Freedom. Then a figure stepped into our path. Magnus. He wasn’t a projection this time. He was here—solid, real, his presence crushing the air out of my lungs. His smile was razor-sharp.

"Dante, what happened?" I showed her the photograph Jacob had sent. I watched her face drain of color as she realized someone had invaded her most private space. Ava sank into a chair like her legs would not support her. "Why am I being stalked?" After some seconds, she stood and paced the small space. Her hands trembled but her voice grew stronger. "Who are they and what do they want?" "We do not know yet." I pulled out my phone and showed her the rogue faction symbol. "But this mark suggests they are traffickers who target wolves."

he asked. “For reminding me I’m still… me.” Magnus tilted his head. “Anytime, White-Eyes.” I groaned. “Please don’t make that a thing.” He chuckled. “No promises.” And for a brief moment—standing there under an open sky, laughter still echoing in my chest—I forgot about Serena’s pack, the relic, the war waiting ahead. Just for a moment. A/N I’m allowed to take a cheat day right?😭 I’m sorry guys, but unfortunately I won’t be uploading anymore chapters today.

I am running out of time, and I know it. Suddenly, I see a glimmer of light up ahead, the end of the alleyway, a chance to escape… my home. I sprint towards it, with Magnus mere feet behind. I burst out into the bright lights of the street, gasping for air, and rushed into my gate, securing it with the key. The gate doesn't stop Magnus; it is as though he is determined to kill me tonight. The full moon cast an eerie glow as he hurtled towards me. His eyes burn with a feral intensity as he grasps the iron gate, flying across it, his massive body soaring through the air.

He holds me pinned to the wall, his heavy chest heaving against mine, his lips violently claiming mine in a breathless, messy kiss that tastes of salt and victory. When his knot finally recedes hours later, he carries me to the massive fur-covered bed, dumping me onto the cushions like stolen treasure. I lie there completely spent, my body aching in the most exquisite way, coated in his scent and his seed. "You're not going back to the Moonsong Bard Guild tomorrow," Magnus murmurs, sliding his massive body next to mine and pulling my head onto his chest. His fingers trace the sacred lunar mark forming on my collarbone. "I have rehearsals, Magnus," I whisper, though I lack the strength to pus

“Keep calm, Max. This is not the time to be impatient. All in good time.” And right at that moment, there is movement from the trees of the forest before us. Then a group of men appears. Ten of them, all stark naked and all abnormally tall and wide. I feel Egil shift to my side. But I freeze when I see two of them, holding a leash. A leash that leads to a collar. A collar that is around Magnus’s neck. Goddess! His head is stooped low and his focus is off. He doesn’t even look at me and that hurts me deeply.