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?”

"Master Summers is the greatest craftsman in Springfield City. He's practically legendary!" "I heard that he retired ten years ago. How could this be his work?!" Ashwin was shocked. Magnus's name was incredibly famous. It was equal to Graham's name in the medical world. They stood at the top of their industries. Even though Ashwin was not part of the industry, his grandfather loved antiques. They had two of Magnus's works at home. He only heard about Magnus Summers from his grandfather and knew that Magnus was already retired. "Mister Mercer's right, we've heard about Master Hughes's retirement as well!"

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

He looked old and sullen. The man to the right of Argus was a young man, about 20 at most with slick backed brown hair and a smattering of stubble along his face. He had a few scars and tattoos on his arms. He was the rapist father to one of the breeder's children. He was forced to work as a lowly warrior rather than the higher up one he was meant to become.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

Beaming as if he had some great secret. Which he is certainly not sharing fast enough. “What is it Magnus?” I snapped. “I know that man.” Magnus whispered. “One both wolf and mage.”