Magnus Lacrontte Novels & Stories

"We sensed your presence from the moment you entered the city. It wasn't hard to follow your trail all the way here. Now, tell us, what are your plans with the Prince?" Argon hesitated. He couldn't afford to reveal the Lycans' grand strategy, not to the very wolves he was trying to thwart. He clenched his jaw, choosing his words carefully. "My mission is classified. I'm not at liberty to disclose any information to anyone, even to the Crimson Pack." Magnus's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Stubborn, aren't you? Perhaps we should persuade you to talk." Before Argon could react, Magnus lunged forward with startling speed, his massive claws extended. Argon narrowly avoided the attack, leap

As it is, no one could see him except, of course, me. All they could see is an hovering dragon. "Don't move, Megan." He ordered and I stopped. I was just few feet away from Mrs Spears and the mansion's entrance. "You don't need to try anything funny." I watched him control bricks with his other hand. Those bricks hit the workers that were running around the house. Dead bodies kept increase. The sight I hate most - "But too late, Sage." I half yelled as I ran towards Mrs Spears, pulled her down with me to dodge the charging bricks and we disappeared into the mansion. I released her from my grip and I noticed she had lost consciousness.

AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed hoping Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was around. He was the most feared guy in our city. He was the quarterback in football and also a genius in each and every aspect. I knew and liked him since kindergarten. He was a very friendly kid back then but after his parents died in an accident he has been aloof. He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes.

"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.

Point of view: Wren Magnus came back from Voss's tent an hour later with a face that told me the answer before he ever spoke a single word, his shoulders bowed in a way I hadn't seen since the night we first learned my true name. "Well?" Kade asked, rising immediately, crossing the fire in two quick strides. "Voss claims ignorance," Magnus said, sitting heavily near the fire, older and wearier than I'd ever seen him look, rubbing a hand slowly across his face. "He swears the warrior acted alone, driven by some private debt to Halric that Voss knew nothing about."

Magnus’s face twisted, his silver eyes narrowing as he looked up at the sky. “No,” he muttered. “Impossible.” The reflection screamed in my head. Push him back. Seal the gate. He cannot be here! But he was. A shape forced itself through the fracture in the sky — bloodied, broken, but burning with fury. Jace clawed his way into the realm, his chest still marked with glowing runes, his body trembling with the effort. “Let her go!” His voice cracked through the ash, raw and merciless. Magnus spread his arms wide, mocking. “Ah, the loyal wolf. You just don’t know when to die, do you?”

I blink briefly and keep chewing on my gum. "Sir?" She asks, clueless, just like us. And there behind her, Nicole is snickering. I do not think there is anything funny. Maybe she is mentally disturbed. Why does he not scold Nicole and her swine gang? "What's your name?" "Margaret, sir." "Margaret, this is just morning, besides, I don't allow my students to have lunch or breakfast in my class." Wow, what a cool and ruthless teacher he is!

She rolled her eyes playfully. Lena took over, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper that would have been perfect for a YouTube conspiracy video. "Decades ago, Magnus fought in a war. Not just any war. A supernatural conflict that most humans don't even know existed. He was fighting Alpha Kazakh – a legendarily brutal leader whose anaconda tattoo is said to come alive during battle." "Come alive?" Cathy's eyes were the size of dinner plates. "That's real? Real?"