Magnus Warframe Novels & Stories

" Conan did not know Kaze’s true identity but his father, Mathew, knew that Kaze was the God of War. If even Mathew was concerned and had to warn Kaze, then Magnus Fuller must be a formidable foe. Kaze laughed it off and said, “It’s fine. Magnus or Magnum, I don’t care. The Viper Queen would have to be involved if they want to deal with me.” He was not being overconfident or arrogant. No matter how powerful or scary Magnus was, he was still affiliated with the Viper’s Den, an agency under the government. He was still restricted by laws and rules, so he could not just go on a rampage disregarding the consequences.

Magnus' POV The afternoon sun filtered through the thick branches of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows over the courtyard. Magnus stood in its shade, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the distant horizon as a restless energy simmered beneath his calm exterior. The weight of expectations and half-truths pressed heavily on his shoulders. He had built this life purposefully, choosing Riana as his mate to strengthen the pack. Everything was supposed to be perfect, yet something gnawed at him—something intangible but insistent.

I couldn't blame them because even I couldn't think of anything better. "I have ordered a lot of guards to mount the walls and reactivate the weapons on it." My father said. "If their guards come close to our kingdom again, they will be vaporised with the intensely refined silver weapons." He added. He then called upon the war chief, Magna. Magna was an Alpha, who headed the war team of the kingdom. All the soldiers were loyal to him and as an old war monger, he had an idea of how to effectively plan battles.

Magnus The world spun around me, a disorienting blur of sensations and memories. My body lay before me, possessed by the dark force of Gaius, the ancient sorcerer who had found a way to hijack my very essence. I hovered in the void, a mere spirit, a shadow of my former self, battling the oppressive presence that had taken root within my flesh. Each moment felt like an eternity; the struggle was relentless, the stakes unimaginably high. "Magnus, you can't win," Gaius's voice echoed within the confines of my mind, a sneering taunt that cut through my resolve. "This body is mine now. You are nothing but a ghost."

“He requests immediate audience.” Silence fell over the room. Magnus’s timing was either perfect or suspicious. “Send him in,” I ordered. Magnus entered moments later, flanked by two of his own guards. He looked around the council chamber with casual interest, as if he attended our meetings regularly. “I heard you were having a war council,” Magnus said, addressing me directly. “Thought I’d offer my perspective.” “And what perspective is that?” Elder Tomas asked coldly. “That we should bow to Stormclaw like you’ve been doing for years?”

If I refused, she’d rip my mask apart. But before I could choose, the chamber shook with fury. Magnus stormed in, power pouring off him like a tide. His eyes landed on the dagger, the witch, his son, and me. His voice was thunder. “So. This is what loyalty looks like.” Power clashed in the ruins, every secret, every lie, every bond hanging by a thread.

“This is the only fair trial you'll get.“ Magnus continued. Everyone looked around to see if anyone was coming out. A tense minute later and no one came out. Magnus fixed his gaze on the warriors, silently daring anyone of them to challenge him with his blank eyes. None of them did. He cleared his throat and relaxed his shoulders. “If I hear or sense any form of rebellion against me, I won't hesitate to kill the offender and his immediate family.“ He declared, and I felt a chill settle over me. I wonder what Magnus had to endure during his forced time away to make him this ruthless. The Magnus I knew was the sweetest man, but this, this Magnus was one I didn't recognize. Those gray eyes of h

I stomped my foot as I gritted my teeth. This wasn’t how it was meant to go! But fine, if they wanted to pick the losing side, then I was happy to win. I spotted Magnus down in the courtyard. His broad back was covered in black plate armour; legs enclosed in tight dark leather. Boots crunching as he shouted instructions and pointed the men in various directions. His sword knocking against that thick thigh. He was quite delicious when he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous cloak. When this is all over, I’m going to force that moustache of his between my legs. The man is dense. Hints don’t work. My pussy clenched in anticipation.

Magnus turned toward the gathered war council. “Prepare.” The word thundered. Armor clashed as warriors moved. Messengers ran. Horns sounded low and ominous across the mountain. “Mobilize eastern and southern divisions,” Magnus commanded. “Seal external trade routes. Summon allied packs under Del Imperium authority.” Aldric stood motionless as the machine of war began turning. Magnus faced him again. “If we do this, there is no retreat.” “I am aware.” “You will stand at the front.” “I expect nothing less.”

Magnus asked, breathing out of his mouth and pinching his nose in disgust at the vile creature. "The hoard grows restless, King Magnus, they want to know when we bring the war to Howling warriors, the men want their land back." Santos Romano was careful not to look the King of the Vampyres directly in the eyes as he spoke. Magnus Emmett was 3000 years old. He didn't look a day over 20. Santos had come across him, and his ancient race of Vampyres by accident, recruiting allies before his challenge rite, and Magnus had just woken from a very long nap. After a few hiccups, they had come to an accord. Which is the only reason Santos Romano was still breathing. True to his word, the Vampyre king