New Magneto Novels & Stories

Maxwell mutters beside me, his heightened senses scanning the air for hidden threats. We step out of the car together, moving silently as one. The museum looms ahead of us, the great MET standing quiet under the moon. Jack moves forward, stopping at one of the side entrances. He places his palm flat on the metal door, closing his eyes. The faint hum of his magnetic power vibrates through the air. His brows knit together, and then, with a quiet click, the door unlocks. Desmond steps in beside him, sparks of electricity dancing between his fingers. His ability to manipulate electrical currents works perfectly with Jack’s gift, and together, no lock can resist them for long.

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.

He angrily asked and still continue in choking him in his neck. A mere groan escaped from the breath of his mouth and tried to get away from his deadly behavior. This was an unexpected case that he just ever have in his life. “Distant yourself from her! Or else, I’ll have your head cut.” Magno threatened him and only able to curse it to Caminito’s head. Caminito even wonder how Magno can able to do telepathy and cause his head to get a continuous roar, emphasizing the rage. He feel how his head could relate with a great magnitude earthquake, seemingly having himself in an absolute savage.

Amidst the crowd was an old man in his sixties. Yet, his physique was still overbearing and sturdy. With strong eyebrows, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon’s. All in all, this old man gave off the impression of prestige and dignity. At first glance, this man somewhat resembled the character of Magneto from Marvel comics. In terms of his appearance, he shared a high similarity to the character. This man was none other than Andusk Dragoon, the Grand Elder of Six Doors.

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.

I asked both Kane and Einar as they came towards the raised platform, Kane watching me with heat in his gaze while Einar looked proud. “The spell is so thick and old that you might need the one who placed it to remove it. Or, someone whose magic is stronger.” Kane explains as he rubs at his stubbled jaw with his hand. “Cadmus won’t remove it. He hid all of this from me, lied to me about knowing anything about Malik. So who would be stronger than him?” I ask with a small scoff, doubting we could find anyone. “Magnus is. He may be younger but he’s focused and honed his magical abilities extensively. He’s also familiar with Cadmus’s magic type so he has a head start on trying to remove it.”

But now that he was back on Silver Moon ground, back within breathing distance of Vivienne Marlowe it was anything but extinguished. It was an inferno. Magnus pressed the back of his skull against the wall and breathed through it. The bond's sudden reactivation was a problem he hadn't anticipated. It would make him reckless. Worse, if Vivienne was sensitive enough and she always had been she would feel the echo of it on her end. She would know, on some primal level, that he was close. He needed to move faster than he'd planned.

He was getting tired at the confused looks and the worried looks his companions constantly gave him. ‘Remember, information is power’ Fafnir warned. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rex knew what he meant so decided that he would share a part of his story. “As you both know, I am a Magnus, and with being a Magnus, I can sometimes use the power of a dragon to aid me in combat. The reason why I seem like I zone out, is because he talks to me inside my head, it can get very distracting at times. But as you have both also seen, the strain of my body also becomes too much the more I use.”