Magnus Lacrontte Novels & Stories

Lars rugby tackled him to the floor. I felt sick. The throne room doors slammed open, and Magnus wandered into the room. He looked so completely different without his ridiculous, sweeping cloak. “What is all this noise?!” he thundered, though no one responded. Confused, Magnus takes in the room, from where Lars was trying to grip hold of Sebastien, who was far too agile for Lars’ tree-trunk arms, and where Rasmus stood stock still. Then his eyes landed on me, narrowing with spite. “You!” he said, as he erupted into movement.

"I put him in his place, next thing I know he's showing up there." "He didn't hurt you, did he baby?" I hated the panic in her voice. "No, mom, let me tell you. So anyway, turns out he's this Uber rich old coot with the manners of a wildebeest, but guess what, he gave the boss a contract to supply him with bikes for all his ventures and apparently there are a ton of them." "Like, he works with Hollywood and racing circuits here, and in Europe, among other things. He said he liked my style, and that's why he finally decided to give Colton the contract."

I just don’t get why Leo wants a healer. “My brother has a disease,” Vogar dropped his glass on the table. “A disease that turns him into a beast, but takes a huge part of him before setting him free. Leo is dying everyday and has just two months to live if I'm right with my calculation. The only one who can save him is the Omega. But with my bracelet around her wrist, she can’t. Leo is eventually going to die. She will watch him take his last breath - the most interesting part of my plan,” Vogar said so much that I found myself fighting to comprehend.

, Magnus said, " Definitely, he's a businessman, and he has a reputation for making high bargains" " Not when we make him our partner or ally, " Magnus suggested, " we can have him back up our clan and get his support for the upcoming competition. ". Larsen turned to him looking displeased. " And what do I need backup for?" he queried. Feeling uncomfortable knowing he was getting pissed, Magnus bit his lower lips before saying, "To get to the top, to become to Alpha of all Alphas, to rank the king of alpha in the whole clan."

When everything is in order, I will be the one to shoot him,'' Max ordered and we nodded. When we arrived we entered one of the cloth stores here in the plaza. We need to be presentable, especially me because I’m going to pretend that I’m Magnus. I also need to wear a yellow contact lens because my eye color is blue. We were twins but we have some differences just like our eye color. Magnus also became the CEO of the distillery company that our father left behind because he knew how to understand the course of the business. I have no ideas about that kind of thing, I want something else but I don't know where I'm good at. I was just forced to pretend to be a billionaire, this is my side miss

Magnus roared and lunged for my shoulders, "You fucking bitch! I tried playing nice, but you keep forcing my hand. Dad made it clear that if you're not back by today, you're dead to all of us." Before I could strike back, a mechanized voice rang inside my head. [Quick Quest Unlocked: Let Magnus Blanc get a taste of free fall. Reward: 51% of Lumos Entreprise's stocks.] Lumos was the largest business empire in the city. Gabriel's company barely qualified as a warm-up act beside that juggernaut. I grabbed Magnus by the arm and flipped him over my shoulder. It took almost no effort. Magnus was the type who lived behind a computer screen, a basement-dwelling nerd with the physique of a couch pota

She had always carried herself with effortless grace, radiating a confidence that commanded attention, her presence imbued with an allure impossible to ignore. Paying no heed to the other guests, Magnus strode straight toward Margot and asked with urgency, "Where is that oil painting?" “It's right here, Mr. Cruz," Lola interjected as she carefully lifted the piece from where it rested. Through the mounted frame, Magnus caught sight of the Half-Faced Warrior, the very work he himself had failed to restore, and his eyes widened, unable to hide his astonishment. "This…" His voice faltered, overwhelmed, as he leaned closer to examine it with unblinking focus.

• France • A year later ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "Been friends with Archambault a long time?" "A while." Magnus, the short-haired businessman in the collared shirt grinned at me and my cousin. The guy's smile didn't touch his pale green eyes. Or they could be gray. Bluish gray. Light green. Who gives a shit... He and Mykaela didn't share any other physical traits besides their height, slim build, and dark hair.

He is wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. “Great Mother, that is a fine male,” Maximo purrs excited. Max is not wrong. I have seen males while training but no one even came close to what Magnus offered. Every inch of his body was sculpted not to make him look good. To make him look lethal. And he is. When he turns I see on his back, a long thick scar. If that rumor is true, I am fairly certain that all the others will be too. “Don’t ogle him,” I chastise Max and I get up to get away from him.

"Yes, and you're right, Gavin, but what if you wanted Margaux to ride in the car with one of us, and given that it's a drag race, how sure are you that Margaux won't stumble in fear? Declan told us she has a phobia of darkness, how much more in the speeding cars?" Margaux was gracious enough to respond to Tanner and Gavin's conversation that they were now planning to take her in the drag racing part, which was only now that Margaux realized it was one of Declan's pastimes that she discovered late in the day that everyone thought she was really dead. "Declan used these gears whenever he had a drag race to attend to," Magnus said, lifting some of Declan's belongings from the box, including her