Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

Just when I believed things couldn’t get any worse, I stumbled straight into danger. “Don’t come any closer,” I ordered, but he wasn’t stopping. As I looked up at the towering figure before me, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of intimidation. This man was not just tall, he was massive - his muscles bulging and rippling under his tight-fitting shirt as if he had been living at the gym and pumping iron since birth. The veins on his arms looked like they were about to burst through his skin, and his neck was thicker than most people’s thighs.

Xavier extended his hand and replied, "Likewise." Aurora observed the new man who approached. This was the famous Magnus. His eyes were darker than Tristan's, and his smile was dazzling. He was wearing a gray suit. "Tristan Callahan," Magnus said. "Magnus," Tristan retorted. So, this is the famous Magnus? The photographer analyzed him. His eyes are darker than Tristan's, and his smile is dazzling. He's wearing a gray suit. "You haven't changed a bit, still trying to steal my contracts," Magnus teased.

So much smoke it fogs up the windshield, I can't see anything so I pull over and call grams “ hello” “ hey do you know what's going on the place is covered in smoke?” I explain trying to see out the windshield “ No dear, be careful, just come back, this could be an attack from a neighborhood pack!” she explained to me. Agreeing I hang up and try to restart my car but nothing happens. Groaning, I get out and run through the woods heading back instead. If this is an attack I wonder if its that ‘king’ I keep hearing about. Would he have come this far? After what felt like hours of running and walking I finally made it back to the house. Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath

If a guard so much as stepped toward her, the shadows would rise up and swallow them whole, leaving nothing behind but a discarded helmet. Magnus and Kaelen were the final hammer. The old wolf and the restored Shield moved with a grim, familial efficiency. Kaelen was silent, his movements still possessing a touch of that mechanical precision he had acquired in the Falls, but now it was directed by a soul. He moved like a shield of violet glass, reflecting every attack and creating openings for Magnus to deliver the killing blow. Magnus was a force of nature, his broken axe replaced by a heavy iron club he had looted from a gatehouse. He wasn't fighting for a throne or a law; he was fighting

He was the picture of urbane concern, his brow slightly furrowed as he listened to the worries of Timothy Fawcett, a man whose wealth was only outstripped by his credulity. “I don’t like to speak ill, Timothy, truly I don’t,” Harper said, his voice a confident murmur that somehow carried to the ears of the other three men at the table. “Jonah Magnus is a man of… formidable intellect. A brilliant mind. But brilliance often walks hand-in-hand with obsession.” Fawcett leaned in. “Obsession?”

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.

His mini drawer is full of several brushes and pens while the lower part makes up of inks and stamps. Hail's station is also neat but it mostly has numerous folders and other scientific materials. He's probably finding other ways to create a much stronger barrier or creating plans for the people of Red Woods. Much like of a CEO vibe work station. The last occupied station had dropped both Jet and Raze's jaw. Hail can't stop himself from laughing when he saw their reaction. Well, no one expected this. "Magnus is an martial arts and archery trainer. He's the one in charge in teaching the younger students in defending themselves against enemies with and without equipment," Hail proudly introduc

“I talked with him and he kept on repeating that he didn’t do anything. Except that, he isn’t ready to speak.” “It’s really twisted!” She rolled her eyes dramatically and he chuckled once again, leaning close to peck her lips. She smiled at him as he pulled away. “Aren’t there CCTV cameras?” “They aren’t working.” “What was Magnus doing in his house?” “He’s a delivery boy.” “Didn’t someone witness it?” “The officer lived alone. He was divorced because his wife thought he killed their only child and her brother took him away.” “What does her brother do?” “Um… he’s a psychic.”

Left alone in Larsen's office, the silence in the room scares the poor Magnus who stood behind the closed door outside. He heard no movement inside nor any sound, and he feared that the two brothers might have brutally killed each other. He'll not be surprised nor shocked to see that Larsen has murdered his brother without a sound, he has a reputation as an assassin, he's not just a Mafia alpha, but known as a silence god whose beauty would weaken your knees into submission, his rigid footsteps that echo can suddenly go lifeless like no legs were moving only to have your head out of your neck the next minute. Larsen is known for killing in the most brutal and gruesome way and yet in the clea

It was a good fifteen minutes before Magnus himself came out of his mansion to greet me, his harem of dark witches not far behind him. "High Elder Alfred Evans, what a nice surprise! I would invite you in, but I know you will decline so we can just talk out here in the open instead. I do commend you for your bravery. Coming here unaccompanied." Magnus shook his head. "I could kill you right where you stand." Magnus chuckled, obviously delighted in the fact I had stooped down to the level of a messenger. "Enough of the threats, Magnus. We all know you can not harm me. It will cause a problem for you and your rather small army. How many did you lose during your onslaught against Autumn Moon? H