Magnus Skyrim Novels & Stories

Another message arrived while I was still staring at the chat. 'Whether you let it or not, I'll help whatever I can, Sera. This message isn't asking for your permission anymore. It's simply a notice. Make sure you bring everything you have to this battlefield. Magnus isn't merely looking for your weaknesses. He's handing the Church a weapon and pointing it at you. You need to prepare for every possibility. Don't let Aurion's name blind your judgment. They've turned him into a weapon. You need to face that reality.

he began, his voice firm, "I will be the one to find her. I know the risks, and I’m willing to take them for the sake of our pack. The Wolf Healer is our best hope." Magnus hesitated, the memory of their previous encounter in the forest still fresh in his mind. The wilderness surrounding Tribiano was treacherous, filled with unseen dangers and enemies lurking in the shadows. "The forest is too dangerous for you, Cyrus," Magnus cautioned, his tone grave. "Just like we encountered before—ambushes, traps, and creatures that shouldn't exist. Plenty of the enemies are lurking around, waiting for their leader to give them commands. And the dark magic that permeates those woods... it's like nothing

"He wants to resurrect them, Ronald, he wants an army that cannot be killed by normal teeth or steel." "The texts say the portal requires a dual frequency," I muttered, flipping the heavy pages so fast the paper hissed in the quiet room, my mind connecting the pieces of Magnus’s plan. "The sky magic from the vault provides the vertical puncture, and the earth magic from the Silverfang bedrock provides the horizontal anchor, Derrick is the perfect physical match because he stole your spark."

This was betrayal of position, and abandonment of duty. Magnus gestured to the bike behind him. “It functions very well. The speed can make you disappear.” He smirked slightly. “Are you ready to disappear?” I hesitated. Thought about Eli sleeping in that bed, fragile and recovering. But he needed his mother. I couldn’t keep lying to him that everything was okay when it wasn’t. I nodded. “I’m ready.” The flashback came unbidden. Earlier today, when I’d asked Magnus for this help. “I can’t take my alpha bike,” I’d told him. “It carries sigils. Enchantments. Territorial markings. Stormclaw trackers, witches, sentries… they’d detect it instantly.”

Come, let's rush to the docks, we must be there before sunrise and the forest path is long. A forest springs up around us and our clothing changes. My hair is covered with a simple cap and my dress is made of a darkly dyed wool that itches my sensitive skin. Looking down I see hard, black leather shoes. Magnus has changed as well. His hair is long and black without a hint of gray and lifted from his neck by a length of ribbon. He doesn't look more than thirty, his face youthful and terrified. He looks like something from a historical movie, with large sleeves and a collar that ties at the neck.

Behind him, Wendy's laptop crashed entirely, the screen going black for good. Having had enough entertainment for the day, I turned to leave, but Julian grabbed my arm. His face was pale and desperate, his voice trembling. "Skye, I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you that way. Please, I'm begging you—help me recover the company's database!" I yanked my arm free and met his gaze coldly. "Why should I help you? Didn't you hear Old Mr. Fraser? My rate starts at six figures—and you, Julian, can't even afford me. I stopped working for your scraps a long time ago."

Thirty billion sounds like a joke, but looking at his huge crown, I know his skin is actually worth that much silver. "Is there... any other way I can pay your wolf back?" I ask super carefully. Magnus pulls his dark brows together. "Mm?" "Thirty billion silver... I am just a courier. I do not have that much meat in my cabin." "Then there is nothing more to talk about," he says. He looks mad. He waves his hand, and Garrick packs up all the scrolls and leaves the great hall. Magnus looks right into my eyes. "I will give your wolf three days. Go say goodbye to your old, small life in the woods. In three days, my horse wagon will come to bring you back here. This fortress will be your new home

Aria. The others hovered like frightened birds. The creature turned its fierce head. It roared to the sky in a sound that made the stones vibrate. Pieces of the ruined circle blew out and scattered like dust and old promises. “Move,” Magnus said quietly. His eyes were sharp as knives. “This is a new phase. Your child will either take complete control, or everything collapses. We will see if she is a goddess or a ruin.” “You are evil,” I said. My voice sounded small and rough.

"We have to keep going North; there's a temple with powerful artifacts that I could use to filter out Gaius's curse. That way, I'd be able to break it." Magnus took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. "If I survive this, I'm killing Gaius." He muttered. "Do you need my help?" I asked. "I think we need to take a break." "We can't keep taking breaks every thirty minutes, Astrid," Meredith replied. "She's right," Magnus said. "I can keep going." "Do you need my help," I asked. He waved his hand. "It's okay, I can still work. You need to focus on not getting hurt. I can smell the magic in this forest; it's alive."

From within, shadows moved — countless, formless, crawling across the snow. Magnus stepped through. He wasn’t entirely human anymore. His skin gleamed like polished silver, eyes burning with the same pale fire that had haunted the Echo. The Oath’s sigil blazed across his chest, seared into flesh. “Daughter of the First Blood,” he said, voice echoing across the plains. “You’ve made quite the mess.” Lyra took a step forward. “I’m just cleaning up yours.” Magnus smiled, slow and cruel. “You think unbinding a few wolves makes you free? You’re still mine, child. Every heartbeat in your chest carries my command.”