Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

Magnus made haste as he put on a smile, hurriedly walking over to them. Magnus was indeed the cousin of the boss of Regal Properties, but Austin was also the boss of a real estate company. So, Magnus didn't dare to brag about his identity. At the very least, he should butter Austin up as long as things looked fine on the surface. After lighting a cigarette, Magnus glared at Aldus and Raquel. He seemed to be giving them a warning before stepping aside. Aldus took a puff, turning around as he lay on the sand. Then, he painstakingly spat out some blood in his mouth.

"Magnus." The name hung between us like poison. Magnus had been a dark wolf, a practitioner of blood magic who had tried to overthrow the old pack orders years ago. He had been killed, his cult scattered, his followers hunted down and dealt with. But cults had a way of surviving, of hiding in shadows until they felt safe enough to emerge. "Magnus is dead," Damon said firmly. "I saw his body myself." "But his followers aren't," I said. "What if some of them survived? What if they've been waiting, gathering strength, and now with Hope's power manifesting, they see an opportunity?"

Maximus Walter Skyler P.O.V In the middle of my drive, I heard Magnus' phone ring. He picked it up and answered it immediately. "I'm near there, let me just handle that thing," he said. He hung up the phone and looked at me. “I need to get there as soon as possible,” Magnus said. "What is the problem?" I asked as I speed up the car. “There was just a little bit of a problem with the company but I just fixed it,” he replied. I didn't intervene anymore because Magnus already knew what he was going to do. I entrusted it to him and I knew he would take care of it well. Skyler Distillery is so important to us and it’s the treasure that Dad left us.

Their hands rested on the hilts of their swords. Not threatening. Ready. Ragnar’s face changed immediately. “What is this?” Magnus answered without looking at him. “Insurance.” “Against one unarmed Omega?” “Against whoever is pretending to be one.” The room fell silent again. Then Magnus spoke words that made even Soren’s expression change. “If he refuses to answer, take him below.” The guards didn’t move. Not yet. Magnus looked at them. “That was an order.” One of them hesitated before stepping forward.

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

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.

He didn’t have to wait long before it appeared above Magnus. It actually looked awfully painful when the smoke entered Magnus’s body, but the king couldn’t remember feeling any pain when he got his little beasty. He smiled and walked to where Magnus looked a little confused, taking him back home. He could finally fight against someone who was just as strong as he was and he couldn’t wait. He had been looking forward to this since he got his little black smoke beast.

“Maybe… You should do it?” Damon snorted. “I’m certainly not going to get involved in such trivial matters.” He had more important things to deal with than celebrity gossip. The Burnham Group had invested in the Leightons, solving Magnus’ most urgent problem. However, that did not mean that the Leightons could sit back and relax.

It smelled a bit burnt. Yet despite this feast, Alpha Magnus sat alone at the head of the table, His blonde head bent over his phone. He was too busy crushing candies on his phone, his long fingers deftly maneuvering level 352. At 110 years old (though he looked a crisp 27), Magnus had seen it all: wars, betrayals, and enough breakfast platters to feed a small nation. None of it interested him anymore. Well, Maybe the bacon still did, a little. His tattoo, hidden beneath the high neckline of his shirt, stirred faintly, as if even it were bored.

I asked. " It's lost on me how you could defend a man who assaulted you like that. He-" I laughed, cutting him off. Did he really think I was worried about a complete stranger? " It's you I'm worried about. What if you go to prison? All those witnesses that were present will testify against you. " He chuckled as if what I had said was funny. " It's cute that you think that could happen. I am Don Nikolai. I run the streets and I control everything. Plus that club has a no phones rule. "