Novel & Cerita Magnus Chase Fanart

he asked, his finger was lingered on a familiar letter he had inscribed on the pendant. "Huh..." My heart throbbed when I saw Luxious' own name on the necklace I was wearing! The letters were small but it was visible enough to see and read his name. Luxurious cold-blooded hazel eyes greeted me through the large mirror in front of us. "Don't you tempt to grab it out without my approval. I will have my name inscribed on your body so that people will know that you are already owned by someone. Wear it every day, every time, until you perish."

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.

He was leaning on his car while staring right back at me. When I confirmed that he was indeed talking about me, a shiver ran down my spine. A smirk crept into his lips which made my throat feel dry. He still hadn't move away from his car nor flinched at all. Who the hell is that man? "Hey Nazi, are you okay? We've been teasing you and Effryn yet you're just there spacing out." Effryn pulled her out of her own thoughts as a flash of a camera suddenly catches my attention.

“Amelia, what are you trying to do now?! “The test results are in, and you still can’t accept it? You’re not my granddaughter; Kimberly is! How dare you steal what belongs to her?” I smiled serenely. “If what you’re claiming is the truth, then why would I, the fake heiress, be afraid to go live? Could it be that there’s something wrong with your evidence? “I don’t care for other people’s possessions, but no one is going to take what belongs to me. Grandmother, just sit back and watch tonight’s live stream carefully.”

“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.”

"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?"

Thousands of black-and-silver flags fluttered in the crisp spring breeze along Causeway Street, and the chants echoed all the way down into the subterranean parking garage. I stood near the home tunnel, checking the color balance on my secondary lens as the zambonis made their final pass across the glowing ice. "You look entirely too comfortable for someone who just dismantled a corporate board, Hopkins," a deep, smooth voice called out. I turned to see Chase stepping off the carpet runner in his full game gear, minus his helmet. His broad chest filled out the heavy home jersey, the silver "C" gleaming proudly under the arena lights. The small strip of tape over his left eye was gone, leavin

"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.

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.

Don't ask me 'cos I don't wanna talk about it. "I have an idea, how about a race? Pablo needs one for today you can fill in... Its going to help you take your mind off it" Pablo is actually a racing 'firm' well don't start with it being illegal. I love racing, bike racing to be precise and racing will surely take my mind off Raleigh and that hot redhead at the café for a while. "I'm in, who am I racing against?" I ask and Cole grins at me. "Hunter Bernadette, champion for three years in a row"