Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

The guard opened the door gesturing for us to enter. “These two have requested to speak with you, sir.” They said, stepping out of our way. Revealing a short man, no taller than a child. His ears were perfectly pointed, his teeth sharp, and his eyes black as he narrowed them on us. This man wasn’t a man at all. He was a gremlin. He looked between Apollo and me before dismissing the guard. “Listen Graug. I have customers I need to attend to. Figure out why Maggie won’t talk to you on your own. You clearly did something stupid to piss her off.” He laughed.

She stood naked in the center of the glass dome, her body illuminated by the ethereal northern lights above. Magnus entered silently — a 6’11” Black Icelandic special forces veteran with a body like forged obsidian. His dark skin contrasted sharply with the white surroundings as he locked the door behind him. Freya’s voice was low and hungry. “No mercy tonight. I want to be completely destroyed.”

“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.”

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a

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

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

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.