Magnus Chase Fanart Novels & Stories

Looking amused, that I bumped into him. Musk. Manly aftershave scent. What? why? damn! It has been a really long time. I quickly tried to get around him but, he held my stance. "Nicolette, I was hoping to talk to you. I saw your sketch. The strong strokes, composition, the passion is there. Why do you stop?" He took my book, marked it, and closed it.

And maybe it did. I felt my breath catch as my gaze followed him, tracing the path I already knew by heart. Of course, he made his way to the back of the room, dropping into a chair with practiced ease. His friend greeted him with a casual fist bump, and Xander met it without even looking up, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The girls who were no doubt talking about me earlier looked his way, greeting him.

Looking at Charr, he winked, rolled over and closed his eyes. ‘Time to train Rex’ Once Rex closed his eyes, he got the familiar feeling of being near Fafnir, opened his eyes and saw him curled up not far away from him. It never stopped amazing him how huge Fafnir was. He seemed to notice Rex looking because he tipped his head at Rex. ‘Come young Magnus, let us talk.’

Chase, who was in mid-air, put his hands together and made a gesture that looked exactly like everyone in his group. Fallon wanted to know what this elite, who was also the tournament champion, could come up with. Chase had been so arrogant before. He had beaten up Fallon and the others so badly that they were embarrassed by themselves. He hoped Chase would not project any powerful Nefarious Spirits. Fallon could not help but quietly pray for it as he looked at Chase's haughty expression. When Chase was ready to launch his projection, he yelled, "Appear!" There was a flash of bright light behind him, and the likeness of a beast began to form.

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.”

Mate? Magnus pointed at her with his index finger, silently ordering her to stay put. Bianca pulled an invisible zipper over her lips and tipped her weight from one foot to the other. She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her. Finally, Magnus unbuckled his belt, quickly removed his shoes, and pulled down his pants. "I am a little disappointed. It lacks music! Ah, if I had a dollar in my pocket, I would have been happy to give a tip, Mr. Fantastic," Bianca declared before closing her mouth in front of the Alpha's half-serious, half-amused look.

Rex muttered to himself, rolling his shoulders, ‘Marcia, thank you, pull your forces back’. ‘This man holds the rank of commander. You are a sound fighter, but this man has trained his whole life to fight and lead, I do not think this plan is a wise use of your talents, kill the necromancers and run,’ Fafnir growled. “A fight to the death Magnus,” the large man bellowed, placing his hand on the pommel of the large sword strapped to his hip, his other hand curled into a fist beating his chest. “Of course,” Rex replied, with a nod and smile, as the blackguard commander drew his large sword, the hiss of steel against leather sounding out loudly, they stood there for a long few seconds staring a

I drag my claw from her hairline down her face and continue till I get to her chest, blood is gushing from the open wound her scream of pain makes my cock twitch. I claw open her shirt and watch the blood run down onto her boobs, I use my claw to carve out the skin right in the centre of her boobs, My families crest, Celeste starts to shake from shock and the blood and tears are all mixed together all while Magnus sits and watches on, his knuckles are white from how hard he is grabbing the lounge, the claw marks etched into the fabric show he is still fight for control and I don’t blame him honestly.

Folks!! I missed an updating day! I'm so sorry to do this to you guys, but there will be NO updates the next few days for 'Chase.' I sat down yesterday and looked at the chapters to post, and I just... wasn't happy. In an effort to give you guys the best story possible, I'd like to give it a couple days and rework the ending that is in the pipeline. I don't want to be "that" author that takes a random hiatus, but it is more important to me that I give Rose and Liam the ending they deserve than just post a lackluster ending. Trust me, with the stuff I drafted yesterday, I think you guys will agree.

He was enjoying this. “You're a feisty one aren't you?" he said grabbing her arm again. “No-one says ‘no’ to me, Red. No-one says no to Lorenzo Armani. Did you hear me? I get what I want and I always will." She could tell he was becoming angry. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her. They glowed with a fierce fire. This man was dangerous and she should run. So she did, yanking her arm from his grasp.