Magnus Warframe Novels & Stories

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

"You don't have to be afraid of me, Migi, I'm not your opponent, I'm just here to help you." "I don't know where in the world you come from and who you are, how do you think I can't be afraid and trust you?" Migi replied while he still hugged herself. "If you have any evil intentions against me, I will not hesitate to kill you," he seriously said as he threatened the man. The man smiled, causing his white and even teeth to come out. "With the way I look, does it look like I'm going to do something to you?" the man asked a fascinating question.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

His hands clenched tightly behind him. Colfre swallowed the lump on his throat as he looks at the queen's eyes. "I want to be the strategist of this war, to bring victory back and offer it to Hymir, Your Majesty." Morrigan paced back and forth again. Scoffing on Colfre's reason to set out of war. It may be important for Hymir to have someone with great knowledge in the art of war to be their strategist and it was obvious that Colfre would be a fitting official to undertake this job. But she cannot let him go with his condition still not getting better. "We are not short of strategist, Colfre. You don't have to set out of war." Morrigan's voice weakens as she sees how Colfre could not look st

He was shocked too but after a second, he went back to his normal state. He approached his office chair and sat. He looked at me then smirked. "What a small world Clark Clarkson..." "Penniless?" he mocked and chuckled while staring at my face. The man in front of me was no other than Mr. Montenegro. The man who was chasing Magda before in the club. The day I saved Magda from him. I remembered the words I said, like threatening him to pull out his shares in our car company. I shut my eyes and then open them again.

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.

"You are the Silver Wolf. One roar from you dropped an entire room of enforcers." ‎ ‎"I am one wolf," I countered. "And I don't know how to control it yet. If I burn out in the first five minutes of the battle... you all die." ‎ ‎I slammed my hand on the map. ‎ ‎"We cannot win a war of attrition. Magnus has the numbers. He has the weapons. And now that he knows I shifted... he will bring everything he has. He won't try to capture me next time. He will try to kill me from a distance."

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.

They just float from the skies, never be seen by the naked eye. The realms of chaos also was our neighboring alliance of countries. They are mages of both known and unknown magic, both light and dark magic, even magics that maybe some of us could use in our daily lives, us, common people. The Realms of chaos only have one way to enter, and that is the freezing island of Ya’en. Geographically connected with our great city, Magnusville. Which is also a part of an alliance between kingdoms called Zone. These alliances also made pact to live in harmony and never attack anything within the Continent of Revera. The pact strengthen the bond of all alliances but Eusciduous still has their defenses u

“I am Gamma Darius. I’ve been training the warriors just as you commanded.” Magnus saw through the charade quickly. His eyes narrowed as he approached, detecting the deceit with his heightened senses. He sensed the familiar darkness that enveloped the man like a cloak, a darkness he recognized well. “You’re lying,” Magnus growled, his voice low and dangerous. “And I will not allow you to deceive my people.” The imposter’s smile vanished completely, replaced by a sneer of pure malice. “Very well,” he hissed, his voice shifting to that of Lord Draven’s cold malevolence. “You’ve seen through my disguise, but it won’t save you.”