Magnus X Alec Novels & Stories

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

It’s painful and usually, if she continues long enough, it makes someone’s brain explode from the inside. “I don’t take kindly to being threatened, Alec,” she hisses, her eyes glowing from the use of her magic. “You’ll do well to remember that.” She lets go and Alec is freed from the power of her spell. Just like Raven was a few minutes ago, he is breathing hard, his chest rising and falling with an effort to pull air into his lungs. His eyes are closed shut, and his brows furrowed in pain. Micah moves and helps him up, before placing him back on his chair.

They walked the aisle down heading towards the stage where Alpha Alessio was standing there with the elders. When Maeve reached near the stage Alpha Alessio reached out his hand for her, holding a charming smile on his face. It would be wrong if I said it was a charming smile, it was kind of mysterious. Mr. Morningstar handed over his daughter’s hand to his enemy’s hand.

(Am I clear? (Crystal.) I mutter between my teeth. (Good Girl.) He says and lets my chin go. (Can you at least tell me who you are and what do you want?) I say. (My name is Austin and as for what I want, well money of course.) He says and, smirk. (Okay Austin, if money is what you want then give me a phone and I’ll call my mate, he is an alpha and can pay you good as long as you do harm me or our pups.) I say trying to negotiate.

He relaxed a little, but immediately slipped his hand back in hers when Alec put her back on her feet. “And you must be Magnus,” Alec crooned, holding out a hand. “Pleasure to meet you, mate.” Magnus took it with a smile. “Nice to meet you too, Alec. Sunshine hasn’t told me much about you, I’m afraid.” “I’m sure you two haven’t done that much talking,” Alec said with a wink as he nudged Sunny’s arm. She blushed instantly and smacked his arm, but Magnus chuckled. “See, Schatz? I’m right. This fine gentleman can’t keep a grin off his face or his hands off of you.”

Serena had taken it from her, the same way Solmyra had tried to take Serena’s. Across the chamber, Alexandro fought like the Alpha King he was born to be. Though weakened by the spell and the silver chains, his wolf instincts drove him. Maeron was strong—no doubt about it. Born of dark magic, forged from ancient rituals, he had lived for centuries without knowing defeat. But this wasn’t just a fight of strength—it was a fight of purpose. And Alexandro had every reason to win.

The lead rider dismounted, and I recognized him immediately. Magnus. "Alpha Caelan," he said, his smile cold. "Going somewhere?" I stepped between him and Aria, blade raised. "How did you find us?" "Did you really think Damon was the only one watching you? I've had spies in Ironfang for months. I knew about your escape plan before you even activated it." Magnus gestured to his wolves. "Surrender peacefully. Come back to face the emergency hearing. Or we take you by force."

“Last Spring. He didn’t care what he had done, either! No matter how many times I have tried to arrange a meeting with him, he blatantly ignores me!” Woah, okay I know the Volkov family is part of the Russian Mafia but I didn’t know they dealt in the slave trade. “Does Creed know about this? Is he aware that his cousin is selling off supernatural creatures?” She looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “You’re aware of Creed’s position in their pack, right? He’s the goshdarn Alpha, nothing happens without his say-so!” she exclaims, then lowers her voice and moves closer to me. “Sorry about that, just talking about it gets my back up.”

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w