Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

“That’s an order, Natalia.” Her jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin line, but she didn’t argue, not this time. She turned and vanished toward the main house. I could hear her calling out orders inside, and for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to breathe easier. At least, I knew that I didn’t have to worry about protecting her out here. “Alpha, they managed to breach the secret gates.” One of the gammas said, and I growled. “Make sure that they die before they leave the tunnels.” I said, looking at him. He nodded, and I grabbed one of the rogues just as she approached me.

His words have both of us laughing so hard that for a moment I forget everything that is going on around us and it feels so good, so needed. "Warrior Robbie. How can I help you?" A strange voice brings my laughter to an immediate stop as a guy comes to stand in front of us. He's incredibly tall and muscular and looks like he could scare even the meanest of wolves. "Yes, Johnathan. Alpha Nicholas is in the gym. He has asked for some privacy but I would like you to guard the door while he's in there. There's too much shit going on right now for him to be left unguarded."

“What do you mean?” “Domenico is trying to wipe out the blood of the Grimaldi’s to ensure that he does not die based on some prophecy he got. So, not only is he using some ancient dark magic spell to stay alive, he also wants to ensure that no one, in other words, according to that so-called prophecy, you and the kids, would kill him” Nathan said, and I sighed, shaking my head. I sat on the couch, and chuckling, Nathan sat beside me and wrapped his right arm around me, pulling me to his chest.

The remaining Steel Vultures… about thirty of us now, after Carl's departure… had taken defensive positions without being asked. "What are we looking at?" I asked quietly. "Trouble," Jack muttered, handing me the binoculars. "Big trouble." I focused on the lead rider and felt my stomach drop. Even at this distance, even after seven years, I recognized the massive frame and platinum hair of Magnus Veyra. The Crimson Howlers' alpha was a legend in the supernatural world… and not the good kind. Where most pack leaders tried to maintain some veneer of civilization, Magnus ruled through pure brutality.

"And, as for Astrid, I do not want to be subject to her wrath. We all know how powerful she is. Magnus is crazy to go after her, even if she has given him no sons. He is going to cause the people to revolt." "And what are your thoughts on The Destroyer?" Birger asked, his tone lowering even farther. "He is as cunning and powerful a fighter as I have ever seen. Magnus should be trying to bring him to his side, not treating him as a prisoner, in my opinion. I have found the man to be trustworthy. An honorable warrior. I do not like the way the Chieftain looks at him. I fear Magnus has only been biding his time, waiting for an excuse to get rid of him."

"This man killed my unborn child. Eye for an eye! Bring me your firstborn." "Alpha Magnus," I started, as Adira made her way through the crowd, holding a little girl. Both wore flower crowns. She stared at Magnus. We all did. A man in his late twenties stands tall, drawing everyone’s attention. His long, jet-black hair falls past his shoulders, framing a chiseled, stern face. His golden eyes are intense and almost otherworldly, giving him a mysterious air. He has broad shoulders and a strong, athletic build, making him look imposing. Intricate tattoos wind across his arms and peek above his collar, hinting at stories beneath. His expression is serious, and his sharp features rarely show emot

Some stretched their arms or rolled their shoulders. They wore only loose shorts, same as us with our short tunics. Easier to shift if needed, easier to move. My eyes moved over them without thinking. I knew most of them, Torin who always smiled too much. Bram who talked loud. Elias who was fast but not smart about paths. Then I saw him. Alpha Magnus. He stood a little apart from the others, arms crossed over his chest. He was taller than most, with dark hair cut short and eyes that seemed to look straight through anything he stared at. Everyone knew about Magnus. He had come to our pack two years ago from the north.

He was getting tired at the confused looks and the worried looks his companions constantly gave him. ‘Remember, information is power’ Fafnir warned. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rex knew what he meant so decided that he would share a part of his story. “As you both know, I am a Magnus, and with being a Magnus, I can sometimes use the power of a dragon to aid me in combat. The reason why I seem like I zone out, is because he talks to me inside my head, it can get very distracting at times. But as you have both also seen, the strain of my body also becomes too much the more I use.”

Finding common ground we could build on. The meeting location was a remote cabin in Norwegian mountains. Beautiful and isolated. Perfect for private conversation or private murder depending on how things went. Magnus arrived exactly on time with two massive warriors flanking him. He was older than I expected, maybe mid sixties, with iron gray hair and cold blue eyes. Powerful build despite his age. Carried himself with absolute certainty. He studied me with obvious disdain. "So you're the American who thinks she can remake Europe in her image." "I'm the American who gave wolves choices. What they did with those choices was up to them."

deep down, I never wanted to go home again. Was it even my home? "I'm sorry, Quinn, but I can't leave you with him. We owe Mickey and our debt was paid until he saw you. You're young and you're most definitely his type but we refuse to give him what he wants so he will take it," Danny sounded frantic again, "you don't know Mickey. He's a dangerous man." "Who is he?" I asked, blinking away my tears as much as I could. "He's a Made man and a few years ago he took up being the head of the mafioso," Gunnar replied, rounding his desk to stand at my side.