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.

Playful Woman [Magnus Pov.] Magnus Wellington. Eighteen years old. Heartthrob. Basketball player. Self-centered. Handsome. Bad boy. Martial arts expert and a total Womanizer. In fact, I would have been in college, but because of my pampered and always cutting class, I am still back and forth in the last grade of high school.

He says with a clenched jaw. Matt nods, his Alpha is right. He has never supported the use of magic, only using it to secure borders and territory and never diving into dangerous spells. He didn’t want to agree to it but somehow, Katya and Theo convinced him, most probably by playing with his feelings for his mate, which was understandable honestly. Matt would have put anyone’s life on line for his mate. He knew it was hypocritical of him to think so while being unwilling to endanger other lives for Charlotte, but he also knew that Charlotte wasn’t just normal.

he says I nod once We do Because there is no going back from this No returning to what was No pretending this war can be avoided It ends here One way or another Magnus raises his hand slightly, and the ground beneath us trembles, power gathering, focusing, something bigger than anything he has used so far building at his command A final move A final strike I feel it before it happens And I do not step back I step forward Because this time I am not the one being hunted This time I am the one who decides how this ends

I looked around my apartment, trying to figure out how to get out of the mess we were currently in. "Caitlin, I-" Just then the door got kicked down and I gasped grabbing Micahs hand and taking a few steps backwards. In walked a man dressed in all black, it contrasted hugely against the silver hair on his head and the silver gun in his hand, already pointed directly at Micah. "Drop it or I'm shooting him right in the fucking face." The man growled, glaring at me and I gulped. I slowly placed it down the table, right next to my wine glass. He had an accent, the same one like Dominic's.