Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

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.

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. "

“How the fuck should I know?” “I’m Magnus Karlsen, the man in charge of the renovations for this theater.” “So, you’re Magnus! A pleasure to meet you,” Chaz said, and immediately, his tone changed as he held out his hand. Magnus declined to take it and stood with his arms crossed tightly over his large chest. Chaz let his hand fall and spoke uncomfortably. “Uhm… Well then, I guess I should let you get to work. No need to worry about the actors. As you can see, I have them all under control.”

Lars and Len's mother, Alicia Sykes, even had repeatedly expressed her gratitude for having him around to help them get through everything. When Zachary Sykes passed away, Magnus Musgrave was there to aid the mourning family's financial needs. Lars and Len were a few day shy of turning 13 by then, and they couldn't be more devastated. On top of their grief, they also had to watch their mother struggled making ends meet. Hence, Magnus' assistances made him their angel in such dark times. However, Magnus' contribution aside, Lars couldn't shake this one off. He couldn't shake off his curiosity of why Magnus Musgrave, the Director of prestigious Mirepa Shipping Company, would mingle with shifty

Lars rugby tackled him to the floor. I felt sick. The throne room doors slammed open, and Magnus wandered into the room. He looked so completely different without his ridiculous, sweeping cloak. “What is all this noise?!” he thundered, though no one responded. Confused, Magnus takes in the room, from where Lars was trying to grip hold of Sebastien, who was far too agile for Lars’ tree-trunk arms, and where Rasmus stood stock still. Then his eyes landed on me, narrowing with spite. “You!” he said, as he erupted into movement.

We are the secret the world wants to remain hidden. For them I travel through fire and flame. I work beside their men but still apart. I am still treated as a freak and greeted with fear in their gaze. I have saved more people than all of them combined yet my station is never raised. I am a smoke jumper who loves her job. I revel in the heat and bask in the blaze. I have found my purpose and learned to live for it. As I fulfill the only duty I have in this world, I will forever be alone. My name befits my life and the path I have chosen to take. I am Magma.

“No, you don’t understand. I’m Magnus Tucker. I know Celestina.” “Yeah. She just told me.” Maverick gripped my arm as she stared at me, hope filling her eyes. “Let him in.” “Wait a minute, Mrs. Winston.” Homer took a picture of him. “Let me identify if he’s saying the truth.” “We’re wasting our time,” he said. “Hey. Back away. Let my men do the job.” Then I remembered something. “Hold on. You’re Magnus Tucker? London’s psychopathic ex.” He shrugged. “I’m a reformed man. Trust me, I’ve learned a lot here working with Don Gaetano. I’m his private accountant.”

He was shocked too but after a second, he went back to his normal state. He approached his office chair and sat. He looked at me then smirked. "What a small world Clark Clarkson..." "Penniless?" he mocked and chuckled while staring at my face. The man in front of me was no other than Mr. Montenegro. The man who was chasing Magda before in the club. The day I saved Magda from him. I remembered the words I said, like threatening him to pull out his shares in our car company. I shut my eyes and then open them again.

He cursed, stomping his foot on the floor and scaring the shit out of the delivery boy in front of him. Magnus was my third-best friend, and aside from me, he was the most unhinged dude amongst the four of us. He and Maddox are twins but we're as different as the moon and sun. Maddox was calmer, jovial, and playful, but Magnus was a living time bomb, always waiting to explode. It's funny how his name is Magnus. Their parents didn't name them well, he should have been the one called Maddox instead of the other fool.