Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

Then, without looking back, he turned and walked away. “Magnus…” Senna scrambled up from the ground, trying to chase after him, but was immediately blocked by the guards. She struggled like a madwoman, her bloodshot eyes fixed on his retreating back as she screamed in fury, “Magnus! If anything happens to my brother… I will never forgive you…!” Her voice broke into violent, gut-wrenching coughs, drowning out the last of her words. Hearing her threats, Magnus merely sneered in disdain, not even pausing in his steps. He controlled the city’s entire economy—everyone either feared or revered him.

She knew he would be waiting for her there; it’s where they always had their important talks. Sure enough, as soon as she walked into the room, she was greeted by the sight of her father, Alpha Magnus. He looked regal as ever, with broad shoulders and a tall stance. Magnus was not a wolf to mess with – he had little patience for stupidity and had been one hell of a fighter in his youth. These days, he focused on his professional front, being a businessman and all. But that didn’t mean he still wasn’t quick to anger – and anyone around him knew NOT to make Magnus mad.

"So, who is it that's coming?" "His name is Magnus. He's Hyvan's younger brother. When I told him what happened, he was adamant about coming here. Now son, he's not as...... let's say.... collected as Hyvan was. Magnus tends to piss people off, but he was close to Hyvan, so, we must make him feel welcome". "So, your basically saying he's a bit of an asshole?" "In a manner of speaking, yes! But Hyvan died, fighting one f our battles, so we will just have to deal with whatever mood he's in".

Therefore, judging solely from the wooden staff I made, it would be impossible to tell whether it came from a divine smith or a demon smith. The craftsman examined the staff with unrestrained excitement, while I continued rapidly forging other weapons according to the blueprints—until Magni entered the hall. Magni was a tall, imposing elder. Though his hair was entirely white, his physique remained robust. He wore a long black robe of a grand demon smith that trailed along the floor, his snow-white hair cascading over it.

“He looks like he could barely handle a newborn wolf, let alone you.” What are you doing? Cole linked me. I am going to get him to challenge me, I replied, smirking at the man. “And I mean if we are going to continue standing here with sticks up our asses, you may as well introduce yourself,” I shrugged. He glared at me, “My name is Magnus. I’m 736 years old.” I yawned, “Okay, so what exactly can we help you with since the Alpha isn’t here and you are boring me to sleep.”

He needed to cut the financial strings keeping the puppet moving. Standing behind a curved, ergonomic desk, Magnus crossed his massive arms. He loomed over the hunched, trembling figure of Aris, the pack’s head cyber-security technician. "You are moving too slowly," Magnus growled, his deep voice easily overpowering the hum of the servers. Aris flinched, his fingers freezing over the glowing mechanical keyboard. Sweat beaded heavily on his pale forehead, slicking his thin blonde hair. He pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose.

he seethed, almost poking his long fingers into my eyes. I trust Coach will come over to the correctional center. He’s going to fuckin tell me if anything happens to her. Until then, I can't act recklessly. Magnus returned to his seat, his hands rubbing over his knuckles. There were cuts on his knuckles. He pulled off his rings, putting them inside his pocket. His face shows no emotion, but his fingers went straight to his cheeks, scratching, then returned to his knuckles again. “Someone's knuckles got ruined because of me.” I teased.

Master Milton said excitedly. "Noted here that Panashe is to be present." Me. McGowan said with his spectacles right below his nose. "That's absurd, she is a bloody slave!" Milton yelled. With a sigh the lawyer replied. "It's your father's wishes not mine, do not shoot the messenger." Gerald and Milton exchanged eye contact, she the negro was present it only meant she was getting something. Almost immediately Lady Martha told the housekeeper to call Panashe, the silence was horrid as they waited for Panashe, a little over ten minutes, she entered the room.

It was over between us. Magnus took my breath away. A white blouse shirt featuring lace detailing at the throat was part of his attire, complemented by black pants and high boots. He slicked his dark hair back from his forehead and tied it at the back. On his left hand, a ruby ring glinted in the sunlight. He looked as if he had stepped out of another era.

Neither of us want to be here, but we have to, we need to find out what the hell is going on with our packs. The door opens slightly and a small scrawny looking man appears, shaggy blonde hair shuffled around while wearing jeans and a colored polo shirt with a white lab coat. He pushes his black-framed glasses up from his face and says in a shaky voice, “Can, can I help you?” “James Lucas?” Zander asks him. “Yes,” he lets out nothing more than a squeak this time. “We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,”