Shadowhunter Magnus Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

She noticed a wolf charging at them coming for Hunter's neck but she used her magic and threw that wolf across the road as he hit the bark and fell grunting. She noticed two dead bodies near Luca and three dead bodies near Lennox. Luca hasn't even shifted and they have killed so many. A wolf was able to claw at Luca's back making him grunt in pain. Hunter pulled to his feet. "Stay here and don't fight," He said looking deeply into her eyes. He faced the enemies as his claws extended out. Within seconds Hunter was clawing at them killing them skillfully but she noticed that Armando's best fighters weren't present there. What was he planning to do?

I shoved a few people out of my way as I hurried toward the distant fight. As I turned the corner to where the fight was, I arrived just in time for the enchanted glasses to be knocked off Khalid’s face, the glamor fading away to reveal his true face as one of the vampires from Tulio’s nest punched him as two others held him in place. Well shit. Maybe he should have enchanted something that couldn’t be easily knocked off. I knew in an instant they recognized him as the wanted hunter.

Everything a sanguis had is bloody red eyes, fur, and two long tails slowly swaying, following the air. I thought that I may have seen a sanguis before, in the middle of the forest when I was a kid when my father knocked on an unfamiliar door and - “She’s shifting back!” Alarick hurriedly approached the prisoner and covered her with the suit he was wearing. I looked at Alarick, who was now lifting the unconscious prisoner. I nodded when I got what he was thinking. “We cannot let her stay here.”

The powerful engine roared to life, launching the sedan forward onto the empty highway just as three dark, armed silhouettes emerged from the mouth of the alleyway they had left behind. "Shit! You're heavily bleeding!" the man suddenly swore, his calm demeanor fracturing into genuine shock as he glanced across the center console and caught sight of the dark, widening stain completely saturation her left shoulder. Seven opened her mouth, intending to ask him who he was, how he had found her, and why on earth he was driving a vehicle that cost more than her entire apartment building. But the words died in her throat. The edges of her vision began to fray, dissolving into a thick, unstoppable b

The sheer, brutal force of the slap sent my head snapping to the side, my face forcefully tilted toward the dirt. "You truly made things incredibly difficult for me, Raegan. You made me waste so much precious time hunting you down," he hissed. Before I could recover, his fingers aggressively tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with immense force until I was looking directly into his face. The one countenance I had prayed to never encounter again was staring right back at me. His dark, soulless eyes pierced straight through me, and an uncontrollable tremor shook my limbs as a sadistic smirk stretched across his lips.

"My wolf almost took complete control. If I had knotted you any deeper, I would have broken your pelvis, Stevens. I am the Crown Alpha Heir of the Silverclaw Royal Pack, and you are a Moonsong Bard from the Nielsen Moonfang Pack. I am supposed to protect you, not shred you against a wall." "I liked it," I snap, my eyes flashing as my own wolf stirs under my skin, defensive and aching for his touch again. "I asked you to ruin me, Magnus. I came here to Blood Moon City to prove I'm not just some weak young wolf scholar you can keep locked away in the Nielsen Moonfang Manor. Stop apologizing for wanting me." Magnus stops in his tracks, towering over me as his golden eyes lock onto mine. "You do

How much longer now," Liam asks the man in black robes. "It's ready now," the man says. " DONT DO THIS MAGNUS", One of the men who were chained up yelled. The man named Magnus, I presume, in the black robes smirked and walked over to me. He stabs me through the shoulder with a sword. The pain was so intense, and it burned white-hot. I could feel myself fading but I stayed awake. I must stay awake for my twins. Magnus came in front of me and removed his hood. The growls from everyone chained to the wall were inhuman as it shook the whole dungeon. NO IT CAN’T BE

The old man wanted to take care of the Russian mafia himself so he didn’t let me go after him because he was scared I would end up dead somewhere in a ditch as well. I respected his wishes so I stayed away and let him deal with it on his own but it seems like I was being dragged into their business so now it was mine also. And they just signed their own death by pulling my dear baby into this. They should pray that I don't regain my strength anytime soon because if I do they won’t get out of here alive. They will meet their maker sooner than they thought. There is a reason why I’m called The Shadow of death. “No wonder Dominic is after you.” Mr.unkown said, tightening the hold he had on my f

the heir ordered, but the ground shuddered as the beast slammed into the nearest rider, hurling man and horse aside like toys. Another cage burst open under the strain of whatever was inside—this one spilling a swarm of shadow-thin creatures that clung to the snow like smoke given shape. They didn’t choose sides. The first they tore down was a Creed spearman. The camp dissolved into chaos—soldiers screaming, arrows flying at anything that moved. Eolan felt the shadow at his back surge forward, eager to meet this new darkness. He didn’t hold it back. Black tendrils erupted from his hands, striking at the swarm, shoving it away from his own. But each touch left him colder, as if they were leec