Magnus Chase New Book Novels & Stories

"Where's your hacker friend? Too busy?" "I guess. D'you know someone near Rosenville?" "Minnesota? No," Magnus replied. "But I can make some calls." "Thanks." "Stop stalking her." ×

“Who?” “We don’t know yet,” Drexus said. “It could be rogues, hunters, it could be someone inside the Council who doesn’t want you breathing. It could be—” He stopped because I gasped. I heard a voice inside my head that wasn't loud but it resounded like someone speaking with their mouth against my ear, except there was no one there. *“Find the first blood.”* The words slid under my skin. I staggered. Jarett caught my arm instantly. “What is it?”

If Magnus found this book in his possession, it wouldn't just be a matter of silver chains anymore; it would be viewed as an act of absolute, unpardonable treason against the crown. Good, Jake thought, a wicked, lethal smile cutting through his features in the dark. He didn't wait for the next patrol. He slipped back out through the service conduit, returning to his private quarters before the dawn could break over the valley. The next afternoon, the black transport vehicle pulled back up to the grand steps of the pavilion. King Magnus stood on the balcony above, watching with a cold, self-satisfied smirk as his son threw his duffel bag into the trunk, completely convinced the prince was ret

The night before the punishment, she sat in the room, wondering what she was going to do with her life. It had been so long since she had gone to the bookstore that she didn’t feel like it anymore. She loved the bookstore, but she didn’t have the heart right now to be near it. Magnusson had been wonderful about it all, and Majesta could only love him more. Worry seemed to dance on his face more and more these days.

Seeing me closer, Magnus finally flinched, his eyes wide with panic as he realized that his death was just seconds from reaching him. Alpha's fear quickened my heart rate, washing a wave of thrill. I challenged him. “Run!” And then, Magnus made the most idiotic decision of his life: he ran! He bolted, claws tearing up the ground, exciting me to break his every bone after a delicious chase. I threw my head back and howled, the sound ripping the sky apart. “You are so dead, Magnus.” In the same motion, I lunged. My leap carried me over the wolves, their snapping jaws missing my legs by inches. I barely touched the ground before pushing off again, and this time, landing exactly where I wanted.

I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.” I freeze, ripping the page out and tossing it across the room like it’s toxic. Another headline: “Heiress was embezzling Funds from Her Own Company.” “What the hell is this?” I hiss, looking up at him. Chase shrugs, his mouth twitching into something between a wince and a smirk. “You wanted the truth. Keep going.” His voice is maddeningly calm. Like this isn’t my life unraveling in my hands.

My heartbeat drowned every warning in my head. That night, Magnus set his trap. At dinner, he lifted his goblet high, smirk curling, and announced, “Ash will accompany me on a private hunt. My son will remain behind.” My spine stiffened, but I nodded. Across the table, Zane didn’t protest. He only smirked lazily, pretending obedience. Magnus, smug in his victory, never noticed the way his son’s golden eyes gleamed like fire ready to devour.

Meaning Elora has to be killed. ***** “Tell me why you sent her away. I know you, you wouldn't have given in just like that.” Magnus said to him. He sighed, looking at the wound on his palm healing faster. “ Harper was strange today.” He began, reminding of the paleness of his skin, the way he kept smiling, and how creepy it was. “ But that's not really the point. I need to get my hands on that book, find a way to diminish that law without anyone losing their lives.”

Angela’s POV The notification pops up on my phone just as I finish packing the last of my things. I hesitate for a moment before swiping to unlock the screen, my fingers tightening slightly around the device. Grayson Industries Shake-Up: Fiona Grayson Committed to Mental Institution, Margaret Grayson Resigns From Company Affairs. I let out a slow breath, my eyes scanning the article despite knowing I shouldn’t. The news spread faster than I expected. The public is eating up the scandal, debating whether Fiona deserves sympathy or punishment, whether Margaret stepping down means Grayson Industries will shift in a new direction.

Alex inquires, using his tongue to tuck the stray pepper back into his mouth. "He didn't say." "Well," he responds, chewing the last remnants of the vegetable. "Do you need a ride or not?" This wouldn't be the first time I've had a bad feeling, but I sincerely hope I'm wrong this time. "Let me make sure I understand this correctly," I say to Beth, who has taken the last fifteen minutes to explain what could have been summarized in two. "You brought me to Hayman Island, where my ex of three years is getting married this weekend, all for the sake of finding inspiration for my latest book?" Beth nods with his usual overly enthusiastic smile, and I almost lose my composure. "Are you completely o