Magnus Lacrontte Novels & Stories

“Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.” “And Dominic?” Blake asked. “You do realize that our initial enemy, and the man that aims to break us from the inside is Dominic, and he will stand by Marcel.” My smile widened. “That is exactly what I want… when he tries to stop Marcel,” I said softly, “when he reminds him of duty and restraint… he’ll die too. Marcel wouldn’t know what hit him as he kills his friend, which would end up casting the excommunication order.” Blake inhaled sharply.

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.”

She stood naked in the center of the glass dome, her body illuminated by the ethereal northern lights above. Magnus entered silently — a 6’11” Black Icelandic special forces veteran with a body like forged obsidian. His dark skin contrasted sharply with the white surroundings as he locked the door behind him. Freya’s voice was low and hungry. “No mercy tonight. I want to be completely destroyed.”

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

She almost laughed, but now wasn’t the time to laugh. “What do you want?” She crossed her arms over her chest as she felt Lucienne and Zion appear beside her on either side. “Good day.” The man smiled. “I am Magnus. We found these two roaming around the unclaimed territories and when one of my men told me they belonged to you, I thought it would be best if we delivered them to you. They look a little worse for wear.” He looked at them and back at Gabriella. “They must have already been attacked by rouges.” He nodded and the guards pushed her uncle and aunt to walk forward, crossing into pack territory.

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

He was terrified of the situation, but he wasn't hiding guilt. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Kael’s heart was slightly elevated, but her blood smelled entirely of ozone and steel. Pure warrior. No deception. Thump-thump-thump. Elder Vance was furious, his blood pressure spiking, his scent thick with arrogant indignation. But beneath the arrogance, there was no rot. I shifted my glowing silver gaze to the High Warlock. His name was Magnus. He was ancient, his skin like yellowed parchment pulled tight over brittle bones. He stood perfectly still, his hands tucked neatly into the wide sleeves of his crimson robes. His face was a mask of serene, magical detachment.

I glanced at the sweater-clad bald guy in the corner. Niccolo leaned against the side of the dim bar, scowling with his phone stuck to his ear while a call kept him too preoccupied to look in our direction. "I'm still not a hundred percent sure it's a he," Magnus replied with a slight frown. "But his friend's also excellent with computers, tracing locations and people in real-time, infiltrating all kinds of networks. That sort of thing." "I know how hacking works." Did he think I was a clueless idiot?

You're that girl I see in posters that owns DCC. Me: That would be me. Riele Downs Mall guy: When I saw you in those posters I knew you were beautiful but seeing you up-close, you were hot and sexy as hell. 'Wow, he thinks I'm sexy' I thought excitedly. Me: Awwn thank you. I never got to know your name though. Mall guy: You're welcome. My name is Jayden Winters