Magnus Lacrontte Novels & Stories

Metro Manila, June 2016 Magnus Zumatra leaned against the balcony railing of his penthouse apartment in Makati, watching the city lights twinkle below like scattered diamonds. At thirteen, he was already taller than most of his classmates, his dark hair cut short, his brown eyes serious beyond his years. The brace on his left leg was lighter now, more of a support than a necessity, but it still reminded him every day of the fall that had changed his life.

I knew what was coming realizing the warning was in vain. It was already too late, Magnus had already wolfed out and grabbed Mr Lawson by the neck. The Lycans all pleaded with him but to no avail. Mr Lawson wolfed out too trying to save himself but Magnus grip on him was too tight even as he did. We could all feel his sheer strength.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

"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

In the darkness of his sleek dark blue limo, Magnus knew every single shade of the deep chestnut brown whisky in his crystal glass. He sipped it, holding his cell to his ear with his free hand, and let the scotch glide down his throat. The complex, sweet taste of the half-million dollars ‘Macallan Adami 1926’ was the only thing settling his nerves. After several days like today, Magnus needed more than just one glass. “No, Tane. I’m not worried about this part,” Magnus said to Tanner Waylon, his soon-to-be business partner. “That’s not my problem.”

I could sense Magnus glaring at him and cleared his throat, “Speak, Ace.” The Lycan King turned to him. “My area, Europe, has been wreaking havoc. I noticed something strange going in. I came here today to inform you about the werewolves smuggling the werewolf steroids, under Druscilla’s men. They seem to be so keen on eradicating you two.”

But if anyone makes a move toward me. I knew he’d spring into action faster than I could draw a breath. “What would he want with Vanna Rae?” “Another way to control her brother.” “My brother?” I yelped. “Which one?” That made my mates all twist to look at me. “Warlord...” Magnus supplied. “We know who he is.” Racer murmured. “That man is no friend to wolves.” “You’re mistaken.” Magnus sobered more than I’d ever seen him. “He’s a slave to King Detry.”

Minet answered, showing a slight hint of annoyance at Lizz. “One can never be too careful” Lizz replied, keeping her casual tone. “Well one toast in front of all of these witnesses can’t be too bad?” Rex said, darting his eyes around the people close, making sure he had witnesses in case Minet did indeed have bad intentions. “My thoughts exactly!” Minet said, showing her perfect white teeth when she smiled, placing the tray down and handing the drinks out, lifting her glass, “May your life be long and rule be prosperous, we expect great things from you being a Magnus.”

A door opened at the end of the corridor and two enormous men came out. When I say enormous, I mean enormous. Both were practically the same height as Leo but larger and denser. One of them could probably kill both Max and me purely by sitting on us. "I present to you: Magnus and Cadmar. There isn't a wolf in Russia that doesn't fear them," the descendent said with a smirk plastered on his face. "And you're about to find out why." Sure they had strength and weight but agility and speed? I don't think so.

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.