Magnussen Sherlock Novels & Stories

"Were you in a relationship with her?" The man laughed, leaning against the doorframe. "Of course. We weren’t just neighbors. We used to sleep together. She loved my eleven centimeters." The detective almost choked at the man’s absurd lack of sense. "What?" "Yeah. Eleven centimeters of pure pleasure. She screamed my name every night." The detective slowly shook his head and turned to leave. "I see. Well, thank you for the information." "We—" "You don’t need to say anything else. I already understand. Goodbye."

He needed to cut the financial strings keeping the puppet moving. Standing behind a curved, ergonomic desk, Magnus crossed his massive arms. He loomed over the hunched, trembling figure of Aris, the pack’s head cyber-security technician. "You are moving too slowly," Magnus growled, his deep voice easily overpowering the hum of the servers. Aris flinched, his fingers freezing over the glowing mechanical keyboard. Sweat beaded heavily on his pale forehead, slicking his thin blonde hair. He pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose.

They both maintained their composure as they walked back into the road. "I won't let you pass. As a matter of fact, I may have to arrest you both and depending on your identities you both may have to die.", Argabus continued. "Ever so hot-headed and loyal Argabus", Magnus called out. Argabus paused in shock. He knew that voice all so well, he tried to make sense of the voice. "That voice..., it sounds so familiar. Just who are you both?", Argabus queried as his shock echoed through his voice. Asher and Magnus both took off their hoodie revealing their identities.

I reached across the table and put my hand over hers to console her. I saw her relax while her frown slowly turned into a smile. "Celeste had that same power. She could comfort any sad soul and ease any angry being." I smiled at her shyly, happy she wasn't sad anymore. But I needed to ask her something. "You mentioned the name Magnus, Mrs. Hemming," I said. "Is he the same Magnus who is the supposed boss of the thieves who tried to rob the bank?" She gasped and pulled her hand away from mine.

I mouthed his direction. “Where?” “Oh Magnus Morisson.” “Magnus …” his name sounds sexy but it’s honestly the opposite. I scanned him fully. He’s wearing thick round glasses and his polo shirt is tucked in his baggy square pants. It doesn’t look old but he is out of style. “Yes Magnus, that is him.” “It’s like I heard his name before.” “I don’t know about you Celiza, this is the first time you are interested in nerds.” “Tell me more about him.”

Magnus chuckled, a deep, vibrating sound that made my skin crawl. “Be grateful, Rhea. If I were most men I would have turned you in for the bounty on your head right now. You're lucky I still find you……useful.” A servant entered, and I quickly turned back, as she laid a plain grey coat and a heavy bag near the table. As soon as the door clicked shut, I turned back to him, not reaching for the money yet. My eyes landed on the heavy silver letter opener resting on Magnus' desk, it was shaped like a wolf’s fang, sharp and shiny.

I just leaned into the shadow of a hemlock and looked down into the hollow below. Magnus was there. He wasn't a giant or a monster. He was just a man in a high-collared, heavy wool coat, standing by a small, stone-shielded fire. He was looking at a map held by one of his specialists, his finger tracing a line toward the western gap—the very place we were supposed to be running. He looked calm. He looked like a man who had already won. He had no idea we were there. He didn't know the herd had turned around. He didn't know that the girl he was trying to "harvest" was looking at the back of his head from fifty feet away.

, " Friendship? You're not good at keeping friends" Larsen raised his brow at him, "Dude, are you sure you're getting smarter or dumber? Who's talking about keeping friends," " So basically, you want to use and dumb him?". Larsen slapped his forehead, "Whatever you make it." Magnus sighed looking at Larsen and noticing his furrowed brow and the familiar look on his face. He has that look on any time he's suspicious of something. " Is something going on?", he asked,

“Now tell me, how did you like your new teddy and anniversary gift to you? You can talk to your teddy instead of talking to other men.” “Magnus, this is serious. We are literally labelled as suspects.” I breathed, “So, if you didn't kill him, who did?” “Suspects? What!” There was a dead silence between us. Magnus sounded as surprised as I was. Or maybe he was just lying to me? “I’ll be home in thirty-minutes. Don't go anywhere.” He said sternly. The line disconnected. Then rang again. Jess this time. “What is the situation like out there?” I asked.

I insisted, clinging to the belief that Darren was as fiercely loyal to me as I was to him. Before Squall could respond, Magnus rounded the corner, his fiery hair a brilliant flare against the stone walls. His eyes locked onto me with a searing intensity that made it impossible to look away. This was Squall and Gunnar’s cousin. From the first time I met him, I felt his eyes linger on me longer than they should. It had only gotten worse since then. “How do you feel?” Magnus asked, his voice bold and full of a concern that seemed more like a claim. “Do you need anything?” This time his voice was almost a cooing sound. As if he was trying to comfort me.