Magnus Chase Fanart Novels & Stories

“I hope I’m not intruding. I’ll be leaving in a few minutes.” “Silly.” The old man got to her passenger seat before she even realized he was already sitting beside her. He must have unlocked the door from the opened window. “Glad you came. I told you we would see each other again. I hope this is just the beginning, Charleigh.” “I’m not staying, Mr. Chase. As soon as the ceremony is over, I’m driving back to the city.” “Cut the crap, Charleigh. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done introducing you to the folks. They need to know who’s behind the Cleighry. And don’t call me Mr. Chase. That was my son. Call me grandpa.”

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

"Mag, I think you should slow down. My maid is a weak omega — she could die of fear." My fist clenched. This bitch. Her voice trembled like she was the one who was scared, but she threw it onto me. Magnus looked at me through the mirror, our eyes collided. Something flickered in his eyes, like guilt, but his gaze shifted back to the road. After a few moments, he lowered the speed. My brows knitted tighter. Did he really do that for me? I was still wondering when he said, "Are you okay, Chole?"

"Answer or I'll blow your head off just like ...." "Well sir, well, his favorite color is sky blue." "Wow, strange, I like that color too. Alright now goodbye!" Bang! Dantley blew off the head of this now lifeless man, as he again said, "You know when I promise you, I don't really promise." Then, Dantley lifted the body up to where it had been, and placed the lifeless body next to Marteen, both of whom looked gruesome but not at all bad in Dantley's eyes. All he saw were two piles of lives that did not matter to him at all. Dantley, too, with the wolf power he possessed and inherited from some of his predecessors, Dantley had the power to mimic the shape of a person's face and even body.

Strapped down to a chair and forced to take something that only made the voices so much powerful when they would creep in. "Well good choice. Though I heard the Finish are very exciting". She said nodding as if in understanding in a jovial tone. This girl is just doing everything to make me want to smile. "You do know Finland is like the centre of electronic music not to mention they've got amazing clubs", I said pointed of factly in attempt to remove that smile off her face that tempted me to smile too. "Yeah smartass burst my little bubble, go on", she pointed out and I couldn't help but burst out a chuckle. "You're a funny girl, I said standing up from where I sat, she followed my movemen

Xavier felt his control snap into something harder, sharper. He nodded once. “Now.” The mages didn’t hesitate. Magic ripped through the air, brilliant and violent, slamming into the hunters in a wave of force that sent bodies flying. Stone cracked, the ground shuddering as power met resistance. Chaos erupted. Xavier didn’t think. He shifted. Fire tore through him as his Lycan surged free, massive and blazing, paws striking earth with force that shook the ground. Heat rolled outward in waves as he charged, Malik’s wolves exploding into motion beside him.

Dark! • • •

"But not before I finish your birthday portrait. So, unless you want to see it early, you should probably leave me to work." Magnus laughed, running a hand through his wheat-coloured hair. "Kicking me out already?" "Temporarily. I have ten competition pieces to plan, a portrait to paint, and a pack reveal to orchestrate." Dorothy gestured toward the door. "Some of us have busy schedules." "Fine, fine." He moved toward the door, pausing with his hand on the lock. "Dinner tonight? My mother's been asking questions about my 'distraction.' Might be time to bring her into the circle."

He's tall, more like Ranka who’s 6’2 in height. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. There's an urgent matter that in need of my assistance earlier." "It's okay," Jonas said. "We've just arrived." It's intriguing! How come a good-looking guy such as him can be a dangerous person? But then again, one must not judge a person by their appearance. She remembers Annabel the doll, it looks cute but was made in to a vessel by some evil spirit. Mister Dankworth sat beside Jonas and across Ariz.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly lost my motivation to move and eat. “What’s the next activity? Why are we doing it on another island?” Paula asked, looking puzzled as she approached Maurice and me. Trixie followed, looking obviously tired and sleepy. “Scavenger hunt,” I replied briefly, playing with the sand. “How do you know? Oh, right, you’re the one who made the list of activities,” Trixie said, sitting down beside Paula. “Who’s that woman following Sir Zach?” Paula asked, frowning and looking behind me. I immediately turned around to look.