Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Her father follows Kylie's lead and does the same, only giving her a hug before moving over to great Zander with a handshake. The other two in the back who I haven’t met yet move towards us with friendly warm smiles directed toward me. I tense a little clasping onto Oliver's hand a little tighter, not sure of the reaction I’m about to receive. “Welcome Luna, My name is Alex, this is my mate Meghan, we are Gammas of Liverpool,” the male bows his head in respect as they reach me. Oliver rolls his eyes and gives me an encouraging smile before releasing my hand and bringing Alex into a bro hug.

I felt safe. "Who are you?" Ashton asked. "It's none of your business." Cyrus said, his voice harsh and poisonous. "Carmela is my business." My best friend pulled me closer to him. "She is my business, so, back off!" He's rude. He's always been rude. He never treated anyone with respect. He never treated anyone like humans. Cyrus only cared about himself. He only cared about his pride and I hate it. Someone like him easily loses his patience, meaning, he'll lose control and end up hurting anyone that disobeys him. And seeing how Ashton is pushing him to his limits scares me.

I just leaned into the shadow of a hemlock and looked down into the hollow below. Magnus was there. He wasn't a giant or a monster. He was just a man in a high-collared, heavy wool coat, standing by a small, stone-shielded fire. He was looking at a map held by one of his specialists, his finger tracing a line toward the western gap—the very place we were supposed to be running. He looked calm. He looked like a man who had already won. He had no idea we were there. He didn't know the herd had turned around. He didn't know that the girl he was trying to "harvest" was looking at the back of his head from fifty feet away.

I glanced at the sweater-clad bald guy in the corner. Niccolo leaned against the side of the dim bar, scowling with his phone stuck to his ear while a call kept him too preoccupied to look in our direction. "I'm still not a hundred percent sure it's a he," Magnus replied with a slight frown. "But his friend's also excellent with computers, tracing locations and people in real-time, infiltrating all kinds of networks. That sort of thing." "I know how hacking works." Did he think I was a clueless idiot?