Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

Sarah shoves me aside and moves toward Magnus, forgoing formalities and instantly inspecting his numerous injuries. Magnus gives her a shy, but polite, smile, but his eyes remain locked on mine, questioning. Questioning everything, of course, because this plan wasn’t the least bit thought through. Not at all. I just had to come back. At least to Maatua, where I knew a few family members would be stationed in wait for Zayn’s grand event. Magnus came because he won’t be coming back to KiloKilo for a while, seeing as he has a very sick mate on the mainland, and also I needed him as a buffer. Zayn, of course, is still on KiloKilo delegating and whatnot, given that our waters are now swarmed by A

he asked, setting his glass down as he stood and moved closer to her. Sarah didn’t answer right away. Instead, she simply turned the phone toward him so he could read the message himself. Magnus’s expression darkened as his eyes scanned the words. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Finally, Magnus exhaled slowly. “Don’t take them seriously,” he said calmly. “These are probably some paid pipers dancing to the tone of their masters,” he continued. His voice remained steady, but there was a protective firmness beneath it. “And what if one of their tones already laid is to harm me?” she asked quietly.

Still, voices stabbed into his brain. “Magnus, go! What in the world are you still doing?!” Small cries filled the bedroom. “Please—please stop!” “What are you talking about? Get out!” “Pa-Papa is Pappa,” Magnus hiccupped. “Reign is my big brother. Please stop!” He had a brother, he reminded himself, but that sounded like a lie as Theodulus yelled, “No. He isn’t your brother! Only an animal would have tried to feed on his own kind.”

If he hadn't been standing right next to me, I have no doubt the she-wolves would have been circling him like a kill. He’s the reason I’m here, I reminded myself. Declan was a wolf who moved mountains. I was just fortunate he’d decided to drag me up the peaks with him. "I’d like you both to meet my nephew, Marcus Hale," Magnus said, gesturing to the man at his side. "He’s a recent transfer to the Citadel. Officially, he’s our Warden of Public Integrity, but that’s just a high-blood way of saying he handles our PR and keeps the pack’s reputation from tarnish."

"When they get in here, there is no way they are not going to try to take me. Paul wants me gone, and Jake... Jake will want to destroy me after what I did to him. They are going to throw me right back into that dungeon!" Magnus didn't blink. He stood there like a huge dark shape in the middle of my little study. The man was so big that he filled the room making a long shadow that covered my desk. He fixed the leather straps on his shirt moving slowly and carefully like he did not have a worry in the world.

The entire hall cheers, banging their fists against the wooden tables. Egon Andersen steps forward next, his sharp smirk softening as he nods at me. "Magnus has carried the weight of our borders for years. Tonight, he has an equal to stand beside him. Welcome to the Silverclaw family, Stevens." Mads Andersen leans over his chalice, laughing loudly. "And here I thought Magnus forgot how to smile. Stevens, whatever spell your Moonsong music cast on him, keep doing it. He is much less likely to execute us now."

Both the artists were fearful and had no idea what to do. Magnus opened the door and entered. “Hi pretty ladies, I’m sorry for making you wait!” Magnus smiled mischievously. The seriousness on his face was gone, and instead, a snobbish look grew on his face. He smiled and closed the door. “King of War Suther-Sutherland, we heard you wanted to have a chat with us?” Blake gulped before saying cautiously. She took a few steps back, afraid.

"You'll be accompanying Alexandra to Hamish's mansion, she needs to get her body measurements." King Magnus hesitated for a second, "Mrs. Hamish would have arrived here herself, however, she isn't well and her assistant took a time off." King Magnus explained to Dominic as he settled on his throne with his eyes staring directly as spoke. His eyes showed how tired he was since he had an urgent lawsuit at hand.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

Alpha Anders I sat in my office, looking out over the back of the packhouse. Training was currently taking place. My head trainer, Mark, was training our youngest warriors. Over the years, our pack had grown tremendously. The compound for the red wolves had brought in several new families to our pack. Having the red wolf compound also brought those who were just interested in living this close to werewolf history.