Magnus Skyrim Novels & Stories

“My name is Magnus Quinnton.” “Uh-huh.” James nodded slightly and said, “Do you have any business with me?” Magnus, on the other hand, said coldly, “I came from the Overworld.” Upon hearing this, alarm bells began ringing inside James’ mind. Magnus continued, “I have a junior disciple called the Son of Heaven. Though he came here before me, he perished in the hands of an earthling.” He said nonchalantly as if the matter did not concern him at all.

His tone was laced with malicious mockery. His gaze hardened before his lips twisted into a sadistic grin, “But I don’t blame them”, he stood up from his chair and walked up to Tristan. Sitting on his haunches, he grinned, “The wards and barriers I put up are too powerful for anyone to break. That’s the power of a mage”. His gaze turned malicious, “Not even Elias can help her now. I am and will always be the greatest mage on this planet”. His jaw clenched. Elias wouldn’t be able to reach them here, anyway. That pathetic no-good omega had ruined everything. He had to up his game.

he ordered. Finn’s legs shook as he followed Magnus outside. The city skyline stretched endlessly below them, lights twinkling in the growing darkness. The cool evening air hit his naked, marked body as Magnus bent him over the wide glass and metal railing. Finn gripped the cold railing tightly, ass presented, the city spread out beneath him like a witness to his degradation.

He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table begun sliding towards the doors, smashing through whatever was on its way, the undead knights were still at the entrance so they had nowhere to hide. The heavy steel banquet table rammed i

If she were his queen … He only became aware he had growled when Ragnar nudged him, risking his wrath. Right now he wanted to punch somebody. Had Magnus sanctioned this? Miriam could have been lost to him forever. “I’ll take the fierce one,” his half-brother said, with a leer. “If you ask me, the gods allowed her to fall into our hands.” “You will do no such thing. Astrid is the daughter of Haakon and as such off limits.” The black-haired Norseman who favoured his mother in colouring, except for his pale blue eyes, let out an oath and plucked at his sheepskin which was already displaying signs of wear and tear.

A stream of magic flowed from his finger, and they increased in size. "Black magic," Red noted, sitting down. "Yes, dear. Now, make sure what you're here to say is really worth my time. Or else, you'll become one of those," Magnus said, pointing to more toadstools by the corner. "Yes, we have a deal for you," Red said. "I'm listening," Magnus replied, leaning forward. "We need your help defeating the Alpha king and his allies in a war," she said. "Now, why on Dreador would I do that?" he asked.

Rex announced after his conversation with Fafnir concluded, which only took seconds. “Well…spill it,” Marcia said a little over eagerly and loudly, even Markus’s seemed to perk up, he was sure he was about to witness another piece of unbelievable magic he had only begun to see when he joined the inner circle of the emperor, magics only being possible by the Magnus family. He was so sure nothing was able to be done now, Ulna was on the precipice of fully gone now and yet, even now, Rex claimed he may be able to save the skylark, he was doubtful even Rector would have tried something this far along.

My eyes blazed a mix of blue and purple, and with a slam of my fist on the ground, I summoned lightning like Thor, striking him in the chest. Magnus flew backwards, hitting a tree less than 20 yards from Dylan. Get back! He can’t know you’re here! I mind-linked to Dylan. You need to be ready if I fall. He has a spell trapping your mom. I don’t like this, but fine. He grumbled, pushing back into the treeline out of sight. “Oh come on Mr. Almighty Warlock!” I taunted Magnus. “Is that all you got?” I felt heat radiating towards me as Magnus pushed back to his feet, his eyes burning orange. Something told me he was only just starting. His clothes were barely charred from the lightning, which tol

But his determination to uncover the truth outweighed any fear. With a deep breath, he began to chant, his voice resonating with a strange, primal energy. “Magt fra tid og rum, lån mig dine øjne. Åben vejen til fremtiden, vis mig sandheden skjult for menneskelige øjne.” The air around him grew charged with electricity, and a series of intricate symbols and sigils began to form in the air, swirling like a tempest. It was a struggle to channel the immense power of the stone, but Magnus’s resolve was unwavering.

"But, you will remain locked up at night until you have proven yourself to me. Should you go against me or any of my people, it will not go well for you. Do you understand?" Brand tried to hide his astonishment. The man was going to give him a weapon and test him? Possibly give him a place as one of his warriors? Was he mad? He could not imagine his brother ever doing the like, though there was a saying 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer'. Was that what he was doing? Brand realized the man was awaiting an answer. "I understand. I look forward to stretching my muscles." Clapping his large hands once, Magnus spoke to the giant, Sigurd. "Take him to the training yard. Let's see if