Magnus Warframe Novels & Stories

Valhared asked with fascination as Rivyn expounded upon the glory of the ship, which, from his description, was a masterpiece of engineering and design. “It was during a war with Khatar Holquinin, if I remember rightly,” Rivyn said, frowning, and leaning upon his arms. “I believe they used mage-fire.” “Mage-fire,” Valhared was hanging upon Rivyn’s every word, wide eyed. “The formula for that has been lost.” “Not by the Fae,” Rivyn replied grimly. “But we made sure after that war to eradicate it from mankind’s possession.” “The Purge,” Valhared considered the mage. “I have read about that. It was... brutal.”

A high central fire. The smell of meat cooking, smoke, leather, iron. The mark under my skin stirred like it recognized the place. I had to force my face to stay blank. Then he stepped from a shadowed tent, and the mark didn’t just stir - it listened. Magnus. Tall. Pale hair bound at his nape. Eyes too calm, too calculating. He wore no armor, only a dark shirt and a long coat, like he didn’t need armor. Maybe he didn’t. Power sat on him like a second body.

"They're surrounding the mansion. Military training, supernatural weapons, orders to take me alive if possible but dead works too." Magnus was already moving, hitting the alarm button on his desk. The pack siren wailed through the mansion, three long blasts that meant imminent attack. But something else was happening. The closer the mercenaries got, the more my skin felt like it was on fire. Power crackled through my veins, and I could taste electricity in the air. "How many?" Magnus demanded, pulling weapons from a hidden cabinet. "Twelve. Maybe fifteen." I concentrated harder, trying to sort through the flood of hostile minds. "They have silver nets, wolfsbane darts, and something called a

" I say as I stop her from leaving the room. She lowers her head to the ground, and I see her shoulders sag. "There is nothing I can do Magma. You know the rules. We are never to use it on a human. I will leave you to say your goodbyes. Maximus has stood there off to the side watching our entire exchange. His eyebrows are drawn together as he stares at me. "You know she is right dear sister. We do not break our vows for the humans. Doing so would only bring destruction to us. You must let the human die. I will return later to help you take his body to his people." He says. I look at him with all the rage I feel. Of course, his voice sounds sincere but as usual his expression lies blank on hi

I growled as I moved Nicole so that she was against my chest but that only made her wails fill the open space around us. "I am the one who has been trying to kill you for a while now Ellie. But it doesn't seem to matter what I do. You just don't want to die," he chuckled darkly. Jayson had now moved into a defensive position while Luca was trying to sooth the cries now coming from Maxwell. Where the hell was Blake when you needed him? Oh. Yeah. He's preparing the warriors for a war which is already on the territory. "You're James' son?" I narrowed my eyes questioningly in his direction but the smirk which covered his face said it all.

"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

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

"This man killed my unborn child. Eye for an eye! Bring me your firstborn." "Alpha Magnus," I started, as Adira made her way through the crowd, holding a little girl. Both wore flower crowns. She stared at Magnus. We all did. A man in his late twenties stands tall, drawing everyone’s attention. His long, jet-black hair falls past his shoulders, framing a chiseled, stern face. His golden eyes are intense and almost otherworldly, giving him a mysterious air. He has broad shoulders and a strong, athletic build, making him look imposing. Intricate tattoos wind across his arms and peek above his collar, hinting at stories beneath. His expression is serious, and his sharp features rarely show emot

All the hearts started beating at a very fast pace, people were nervous and scared, if Louis wins this duel he will destroy all of them, he will kill anyone who has taken the side of Marcus. Louis and Marcus shifted into their wolves. Louis Wolf was so huge with such power in it, it is very rare for an omega wolf to be this powerful and trained but his wolf whimpered when its eyes fell upon Magnus. Magnus is not only an Alpha wolf but the most powerful wolf in the werewolf world. Its eyes were glowing golden and sometimes a little red struck its eyeballs. Magnus's aura was enough to scare the wolves present on this ground. All of them know about him being a monster for his enemies. Magnus we

"Magnus is arrested but his operation isn't dismantled. His people had twelve hours. They could have accessed the supply chain." "We sweep the vehicle," Rafe said immediately. "We sweep everything. The gear, the fuel, every component Juno hasn't personally handled since last night." I paused. "And we need to know who else is on the grid. Which racers are Magnus loyalists." Rafe pulled up the entry list on his tablet and turned it toward me. Twelve racers. I knew most of them. Three from Blackclaw—my former pack—who would follow Magnus's standing orders without question. Two from the Stoneback pack whose alpha had Council ties. One independent I didn't recognize.