Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

“And you’re sure they’re not some hunters trying to trap me?” “Not at all,” she shakes her head. He leans back in his seat, lips curling into a smirk. Magnus had come into the human world ages ago with the aim of using humans to destroy the werewolf kingdom. For years, he had been building his cult, luring vulnerable humans into his evil plans. He was shocked when he learned that a new cult had been created by a psychotic human obsessed with hunting werewolves. At first, he thought it was a sham, but after weeks of investigation, it was confirmed they were real.

I need something to clutch to right now, when my whole damn world feels like it’s been turned upside down. But of course fuck my luck Eros and Magnus Bane were already at the table. Magnus is one of our major clients and a huge shareholder in the couple . Through the years have worked for Eros I haven't seen him yet, never met him but have had the pleasure to have spoken to him on the phone a few times and I’ve seen pictures of him before. They don’t do him justice. He’s a hell lot better looking in person. He’s a big man, about the size of Eros. but with broader shoulders. Long blond hair which framed his rugged face. Despite the tailored suit he’s wearing, he probably would still look bett

Rex muttered to himself, rolling his shoulders, ‘Marcia, thank you, pull your forces back’. ‘This man holds the rank of commander. You are a sound fighter, but this man has trained his whole life to fight and lead, I do not think this plan is a wise use of your talents, kill the necromancers and run,’ Fafnir growled. “A fight to the death Magnus,” the large man bellowed, placing his hand on the pommel of the large sword strapped to his hip, his other hand curled into a fist beating his chest. “Of course,” Rex replied, with a nod and smile, as the blackguard commander drew his large sword, the hiss of steel against leather sounding out loudly, they stood there for a long few seconds staring a

I do not deserve anything real. When I am ready, I go out the room and I ignore her as she holds me by my arm. I get out of the house and go straight to my office. I call Egil and I sit on my desk. I am Alpha Magnus Ulfisson, the Killer of Rogues. I shouldn’t have forgotten that. *** “Magnus!” Antiope demands for the millionth time. “She is outside,” Egil hisses. “I can hear her.” “Don’t do this!”

Don smacked Dave across the face and growled at him. "Speak when spoken to!" I growled and Dave held a smirk on his face. "What the hell was that? Did I just hear a growl coming out of your mouth?" Jeremy looked terrified. "You want to know the truth!" He scrunched his eyebrows but nodded his head. "We're a supernatural creature known as wolves!" Helena smacked me and glared. "Don't sugarcoat it, Aaron!" Her voice dripped in sarcasm. I turned away and looked back at Jeremy who was trying to hold onto his laughter.

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.”

Jax hadn't liked me leaving the house that often. "Your stance is all wrong, keep your feet apart firmly like capital letter A" I nearly dropped the dumbbell in surprise as I heard the voice. I looked back to see that it was King Magnus. I hadn't heard him come up behind me. I looked around to see that the other warriors had all gone back to do their training routine. "That's a funny way of putting it. Letter A. Anyway you're much too subtle, I didn't hear you walk up here" I said, wagging my head at his antics.

His heart hammered in his chest as an unknown number flashed across the screen He didn't need a second guess. He already knew who it was. Magnus Vale The bastard who had razed his pack and slaughtered innocents. The madman who had kidnapped Amber and the children. The monster responsible for every ounce of pain tearing through him now. Good. It saved him the trouble of tracking him down. For now, he'd listen. And when Magnus was done talking… He'd make sure he understood exactly what it meant to take everything from him.

Magnus Ashford is a 32 yr old high-profile criminal lawyer who works in a law firm with other well-reputed lawyers including his mother, Cristine Ashford as the head of the board of directors. Magnus takes a sip of coffee and feels his nerves relaxing. He looks at the picture on the desk and says "couldn't you just be alive? You learned everything so well and obeyed me. I made you perfect for me and then you go on and die" with hurt and anger. His anger was his way of mourning for his dead wife.