New Magneto Novels & Stories

“Couldn’t Death just tell you why I’m blessed?” Zane laughs. “That would be too easy, Pet. I’ve made arrangements for us to see Mags tomorrow.” “Will you be okay seeing her, and how do you think she can help me?” I ask, finishing the last of my wine. “I can handle Mags, she’s something else, and you will see what I mean tomorrow. She’s isn’t scary. Honestly, she’s mostly harmless. Mags is a shitty mom, and there is a reason she gave me up to Zara. Mags is a psychic witch. She can read people and their auras and tell what someone's intentions are. She can see a person's future or find a lost person, and she can do a lot. It makes sense that she will help you, although I’m unsure how she can.

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

MAGNUS As I heard Rider Storm's and Savana's menacing voices on the call, fear and anxiety gripped me. The realization that these formidable enemies had joined forces to harm our family and the entire Tribiano community sent chills down my spine. Their threats to take our son filled me with a deep sense of dread and urgency. The safety of our child, the future of our pack, were now in grave peril, and I felt a surge of protectiveness and determination rising within me. The thought of facing such treacherous adversaries in a bid to protect our son brought a mix of emotions: fear, resolve, and a fierce determination to do whatever it takes to ensure his safety and the well-being of the three p

Nolan growled, stepping closer to me. Lena's eyes glittered with satisfaction, like she'd gotten exactly the reaction she wanted. "Keep telling yourself that." She glanced at me one last time, her expression softening into something almost genuine. "Be careful who you trust, little omega. Not everyone's intentions are as noble as they seem." "That's enough," Nolan growled, stepping closer to Lena. His eyes flashed gold, and for a split second, I could have sworn I saw something shift beneath his skin—something wild and barely contained.

I just don't know why this man puts me on the edge. “Not the one I’m about to give you. There is just one in the whole world. Do you want it or not?” I scoffed “Last I checked I asked you for nothing.” “Even if that something let's you keep tabs on happenings in hell?” “What is that supposed to mean?” “Take it Luna. Click the pen when you miss me,” “I’ll ne….” “That's enough both of you.” Magnus’s domineering voice echoed behind me. “You caused this.” I glared at him and walked away.

He just takes a big step back, breathes out a hard huff, and runs his fingers through his thick brown hair before turning his back to me. I stand there feeling completely cold, wishing he would grab my waist, kiss me hard, and tell me he wants me. But he never does. He saves me from my family, builds my life up, and then leaves me completely starving for him. "Tuesday. Moonstone Relic House. Ten in the morning. My elite pack guardians will bring the chariot to the Moonfang Manor. Do not be late," Magnus says, looking over his big shoulder before walking straight out. I look at the empty doorway, my heart hitting my ribs, knowing I do not understand this wolf at all.

‎ ‎Dante pulled back instantly, his face smoothing into a mask of indifference. ‎ ‎"Just checking the merchandise, Magnus," Dante called out. He winked at me—a sad, apologetic wink. "She's ready." ‎Magnus stepped into the room. He was dressed in a fresh white tuxedo, looking like a demon angel. ‎ ‎"Time to go," Magnus said. ‎ ‎I clutched the razor blade tight, feeling the edge bite into my skin. It was a grim gift. But it was a choice. ‎ ‎"I'm ready," I whispered.

They feel exaggerating emotions that smashed a lot of pressures partaking their thought of losing the hope for tomorrow. Destino quickly rush himself to find Magno. He accidentally saw him pinning Caminito against the wall and choking him hard. But he’s too late to stop them when Magno finally released him by his forceful hands. He caught him looking to him and did a non-verbal expression to signal meeting on his office. He ushered his way through it and seat to the couch. It took a minute for Magno to also enter the door and settle his coat on his shoulders. “What happened between you and Argen?” Magno asked and glared to him as usual. “We still have to comply our renewal contract for New G

said Magna, while trying to have this conversation normal to mention buried secrets to someone. “Enough.” Carx left us that makes my heart to feel intimidation again. He really felt so devastated about that forsaken love he have kept in himself for years, I guess? I couldn’t believe how this Magna easily dragging someone’s name impermissibly. I wonder if how he is?

“You still like being late.” My throat tightened. I knew that voice. Magnus. He stepped forward from the shadows, his bathrobe hanging loose, the hem swaying against his thick thighs. A crooked bite mark scarred his collarbone—my mark from that wild night months ago when I'd laughed and sunk my teeth in, claiming him in the heat of it all. 'I'm branding you. You'll never escape me,' I'd growled then. Now, here he was, the CEO of MC Pharma, the man holding my family's life in his hands. “You’re... the CEO?” My voice came out hoarse, barely mine.