Magnus Lacrontte Novels & Stories

And my body was in full heat. This isn't possible. It's not even the night of the full moon yet. “Daddy,” Nina squealed and rushed past me. I turned back, and a man was climbing down the stairs. Not just a man. An alpha. The air around him screamed that. Magnus Creed. I heard he is the powerful mafia Alpha of the Eclipse Pack of the North. Billionaire. Beast. The man who ripped his enemies apart with his bare hands. His polo clung to him like a second skin.

Louis smirked then stare towards Isabey. "Alpha Marcus. I am Louis Brat the King of Rogues. I wanted to meet you very desperately." Louis said a killer smile mastered on his handsome face. Marcus growled loudly. Magnus was trying to come out but due to the silver arrow in his body. The wolf was unable to take control. Marcus was feeling the pain of burning as routes burned the houses with people inside them, he was also feeling the pain of his pack members dying...

He was shocked too but after a second, he went back to his normal state. He approached his office chair and sat. He looked at me then smirked. "What a small world Clark Clarkson..." "Penniless?" he mocked and chuckled while staring at my face. The man in front of me was no other than Mr. Montenegro. The man who was chasing Magda before in the club. The day I saved Magda from him. I remembered the words I said, like threatening him to pull out his shares in our car company. I shut my eyes and then open them again.

The slap was so powerful that it sent Yves flying, crashing onto the wall. “Ugh…” Yves spat blood but he endured the pain, regained his balance, and got back on his knees. “Coward. Without me, you useless pigs will be slaughtered and served on plates,” Magnus said coldly. He then went over to his desk and pulled out an antique fountain pen to start writing. Once done, he lifted the paper with the ink still wet and signaled Yves to come over. Yves crawled over on his knees and took the scroll. The words written on the paper looked sharp and dangerous.

“You still like being late.” My throat tightened. I knew that voice. Magnus. He stepped forward from the shadows, his bathrobe hanging loose, the hem swaying against his thick thighs. A crooked bite mark scarred his collarbone—my mark from that wild night months ago when I'd laughed and sunk my teeth in, claiming him in the heat of it all. 'I'm branding you. You'll never escape me,' I'd growled then. Now, here he was, the CEO of MC Pharma, the man holding my family's life in his hands. “You’re... the CEO?” My voice came out hoarse, barely mine.

he said, "or I'll burn your whole pack down." I swallowed hard, my mind racing to catch up. Little bride. What did that mean? Every instinct in me screamed to run, and yet I couldn't look away from him. "W-who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. A slow, humourless smile crossed his lips. "Me? The scary Lycan King of the North. You must have heard the rumours." He tilted his head, watching me like I was prey. "I'm Magnus Valeborn.”

Before I could speak, the doors opened wide. A man stepped in. Tall, broad shoulders, his cloak frayed from travel. Scars crossed his arms, his jaw heavy with age and exile. The guards bristled, but he raised his hand slow. “I ask no fight,” he said, his voice deep and raw. “I am Magnus. Once Alpha of Redfang. Cast out, betrayed. I seek shelter… and truth.” Gasps spread. Magnus. A name I had heard only in whispers, a wolf cursed for war crimes long past. Why here? Why now?

But Magnus ignored him, signaling his bodyguards to push his wheelchair forward. "Sir, the old master won’t allow this," Edric reminded him, knowing full well that his grandfather had never accepted Senna. There was no way he would accept Zara, a mere actress. Yet Magnus remained silent, tightening his hold on Zara as if afraid she would be snatched away. As they disappeared into the distance, Edric felt a searing pain in his chest. The past three years had been agonizing—his young master had barely survived the accident that took Senna’s life, but he lost his legs in the process.

“He looks like he could barely handle a newborn wolf, let alone you.” What are you doing? Cole linked me. I am going to get him to challenge me, I replied, smirking at the man. “And I mean if we are going to continue standing here with sticks up our asses, you may as well introduce yourself,” I shrugged. He glared at me, “My name is Magnus. I’m 736 years old.” I yawned, “Okay, so what exactly can we help you with since the Alpha isn’t here and you are boring me to sleep.”

"I'm Magnus." "Magnus…" Troy said, as if testing the word in his mouth. "Nice to meet you. I'm Troy." His eyes moved to Jace again. "I think that I will go to group." Magnus continued to watch him as she bit her short nails. The black paint on them was scraped almost completely off. "How old are you?" She interrupted. "Twenty-five." "Are you a suicide attempt, too?" "No." His eyes flitted from one to the other of them and he noted that Jace had pulled the sleeves down over his wrists again.