Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

There was also a projector mounted on the ceiling. I settled at the head of the table, mentally preparing myself for the meeting when a knock on the door made me look up. “Come in.” The door opened and Magnus walked in, followed closely by a mountain of a man with a buzz cut, he had a serious air about him. My eyes drifted to the younger man next to him, there was something about him that reminded me of Liam. Probably the build and the hair. The man took a step forward, brushing past Magnus. “I am Nanook, Prime Adlartok's head of security. It is a pleasure to meet you, Prime Silverstone.” He said, shaking my hand.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Hahaha" Dylan laughed heartily as he stared at Damien "Don't tell me you still despise me for what i did, little brother? "That's right, I despise you. But what can i do when you have all the connections? Damien said, shrugging his shoulders "Some brother you are, Damien... remembering me only when you're in trouble. Anyways, what do you need this time? "Magnus is back in B city. He's been back all the while, but he hid it" Damien's gaze hardened as he clenched the ball in his hand tightly. He had a feeling Magnus was up to no good.

He paused. “Hot as fuck.” Ava giggled. 'What a drama queen,' I thought to myself. “The last one sitting in the middle between Scarlett and Noah is Zachariah Diaz also Marcus’s sworn enemy.” He finished off his speech with a dramatic bow making us chuckle in response. “Sworn enemy?” Ava curiously asked. “Yeah, he kinda is the Captain of the boxing and swimming club.” “Woah, both?” A smirk formed on my face. “Yep.” He said popping the ‘p.’

Only he could match the powers of Italian Mafia . Magnus was noticing everything from the cameras in his mansion . A smirk landed on his face . He liked Russian Mafia's gut to invade his house . He has got the weapons as well . He was ready to teach a lesson to him for invading the house . He wanted the crowd to know that no one should dare to cross their lines . The game was on .

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

And of course, Dad had to agree. But Magnus hated his mother for dragging him away from the only place he had been happy at, saying that he was getting mixed up with some undesirable elements. * A friend of Dad’s had been a Meth head and Magnus used to watch the man slyly. Of course, Ricardo, the friend, had disappeared soon after but Magnus had lain awake on the sofa in the front room of his father’s apartment, hearing the grunts coming from the bedroom where his Dad was busy f*cking the latest girl in his life. He used to think that it must be pretty cool to be a user. These days, he was using marijuana but he knew he was heading towards something stronger. Marijuana did not provide such a

she retorted. Magnus enjoyed wild fishing. He even had the finest gear and bait. But for some unknown reason, he had never managed to catch a single fish. Already moody and frustrated over being forced to step down from power, this added humiliation only worsened his foul mood. And now, Agatha had even used it to mock him. Immediately, his expression suddenly turned frighteningly dark. Magnus was long used to holding power. So, when his face turned thunderous, the very air around him seemed to drop in temperature. Even the maids passing by felt the chill and dared not breathe because of it.

Magnus signaled to his men to stand down and raised his hands in a gesture of peace. "Tell your King that I have come for his head," Magnus said, his voice confident and steady. The guards looked at each other in confusion, unsure of how to respond. Suddenly, they heard a voice from behind them. "Let them in!” It was Gasher, the one who had killed Ragnar the night before. He stood at the entrance to the arena, looking calm and collected. "Ragnar fears no one!" Gasher shouted. "Let them in!" Reluctantly, the guards parted ways and allowed Magnus and his men to enter. A few of Magnus's men stayed behind to guard the entrance, while three of them accompanied him up to Ragnar's chambers.

Some stretched their arms or rolled their shoulders. They wore only loose shorts, same as us with our short tunics. Easier to shift if needed, easier to move. My eyes moved over them without thinking. I knew most of them, Torin who always smiled too much. Bram who talked loud. Elias who was fast but not smart about paths. Then I saw him. Alpha Magnus. He stood a little apart from the others, arms crossed over his chest. He was taller than most, with dark hair cut short and eyes that seemed to look straight through anything he stared at. Everyone knew about Magnus. He had come to our pack two years ago from the north.