Magnus Lacrontte Novels & Stories

Serena said and Magnus threw her the eye. “Luna, I already showed you all the work I just do and I have to. I can't afford to lag behind," Dr Magnus tried but I wasn't having it. “Magnus, Silvercrest Pack won't fall if you had a few hours of sleep but this lab will if you don't rest and end up killing yourself. So, like your Luna said, go and sleep. See that microscope there, those files there, they will still be here tomorrow waiting for you," I told him and he sighed in frustration.

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.

"If I try to cage him, he breaks the bars. He thrives on the conflict, Ronan. It fuels his wolf." "Then what is the next move?" Ronan asked. "We cannot let them cross the border. The Council is already asking questions about the gunfire on the highway." "We stop swinging the hammer." Turning around, Magnus’s pitch-black eyes gleamed with a sudden, dark calculation. The furious warlord completely vanished, replaced by a terrifyingly calm, manipulative sociopath. "Jordan expects me to hunt him," Magnus explained, pacing slowly across the ruined rug. "He expects the violence. He is prepared to die fighting a tyrant. So, I will not give him a tyrant."

He reached out, his heavy, scarred fingers gripping Jake’s chin, forcing him to look up. "Don't look at me with such fury, boy. You should be angry at your own foolishness," Magnus whispered, his tone dripping with absolute contempt. "You thought you could escape your bloodline? You thought you could hide among humans? And the most pathetic part of it all... you let an unregistered, packless Rogue bring you to your knees. A desperate little street rat with a black-market scent masker did what my entire elite guard couldn't do for months." Jake’s heart violently stopped. A Rogue?

"You're just like your father." Lucien smiled. "Thank God. For a second there, I was worried I'd turn out like Vaeldric." Magnus stared at him for a few moments. "Your tongue is sharp. And you have no manners." Lucien nodded without the slightest shame. "It runs in the family. The Vermont tongue has a habit of setting people's beards on fire. It's a talent we never had to learn." Magnus slipped a hand into his jacket and pulled out an envelope. He didn't hand it to me. He held it out to Lucien instead.

Big mistake. "Last chance, Dominic," Magnus growled, his voice dripping with menace. "Leave. Now. Before I remind everyone why the Northern Territories still whisper my name in fear." As he spoke, blond fur rippled across his skin in waves, his claws extending further. Magnus could feel the raw power coursing through his veins, the intoxicating blend of man and beast that made him truly formidable. ‘Power. Real power.’ Dominic's eyes narrowed, calculating. "You're outnumbered, Magnus. Don't be a fool—"

“And that it not going to happen if you are all fighting like a bunch of rats in some pod.” His expression shifted. Nathan glanced at me, curious but not surprised. “Marcel is unstable,” I continued quietly. “Dominic stands between him and destruction. The council is restless. Rogues are hungry. Packs are divided. And as far as the rumor goes, your little rogue has managed to contain a beast that would be more than willing to take over if Marcel simply ticked.” I stepped closer, my voice lowering. “All it takes is one thread to snap… and everything unravels.”

He stopped gazing at Aiden who flashed a devious grin. “See. I just got us an invitation.” Aiden patted Hadrian's back before stepping into the stranger's humble abode. Closing the door, he led them into the living room motioning them to make themselves comfortable. Hadrian watched as the candles burned in bright yellow flames. It reminded him of spell practicing and learning how to gain control of his powers. “Have a seat. I'm Magnus Roberto. Demetrius was among my great great grandfathers.” “It's nice to meet you in person.” Hadrian said as they shook hands.

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

“No, you don’t understand. I’m Magnus Tucker. I know Celestina.” “Yeah. She just told me.” Maverick gripped my arm as she stared at me, hope filling her eyes. “Let him in.” “Wait a minute, Mrs. Winston.” Homer took a picture of him. “Let me identify if he’s saying the truth.” “We’re wasting our time,” he said. “Hey. Back away. Let my men do the job.” Then I remembered something. “Hold on. You’re Magnus Tucker? London’s psychopathic ex.” He shrugged. “I’m a reformed man. Trust me, I’ve learned a lot here working with Don Gaetano. I’m his private accountant.”