Shadowhunter Magnus Novels & Stories

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

His body trembled, caught between two forces. He turned his head—saw Elia. “Elia…” His voice cracked, pained, but his lips curled into something almost like a smile. Then—the darkness struck back. Magnus convulsed violently, his body arching. A massive shadow burst from his back, swirling, writhing— “GET BACK!” Derek roared. Frederick grabbed Elia, pulling her toward the door just as the shadow lunged—a monstrous, clawed hand reaching to consume them all.

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.”

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

A hunter and a vampire, protecting the innocent together. I flinched away as I recalled him saying, “I haven’t always been good. I get bored, or I get hungry, and then people die.” But it was a balm that followed those words: “I would stop, for you. I could help you take down a myriad of supernatural creatures. Darker ones, more dangerous ones, than I.” I felt the truth of it in my bones. I’d retorted something about honour, but I ignored my words and focused on his. I didn’t need to remember what I’d said to know exactly how I would have reacted.

Silver affected all lycanthropes negatively, but with Dani, it was worse than usual. One of the men leaned down and removed the shirt that gave her a semblance of cover. The men gasped when they saw that every part of her body had painful red rashes. “What sort of eyesore is this?” One of the men asked, disgusted. Dani didn't reply, instead she asked a question of her own, ignoring the pain the silver was causing her, “Who are you people?” “We are the Lycan Annihilators. A secret order tasked with cleansing the world of evil lycanthropes.” One of the men announced proudly.

Behind him stood dozens of elite Shadow Knights. His icy blue eyes settled on Chloe. "I have come for the heir." Magnus immediately raised his axe. "You'll leave empty-handed." Valerius's expression remained unchanged. "I did not come to negotiate." The Shadow Knights charged. Battle erupted instantly. Steel clashed against enchanted weapons. Magic illuminated the prison halls. Rowan's silver wings sent gusts of wind crashing into the attackers. Lyra unleashed waves of blue fire. Magnus fought like a storm, forcing three knights backward with every swing of his axe.

Pain shot through every part of her body. The bond severing had been violent. Traumatic. It felt like someone had reached inside her chest and ripped out part of her soul. Because that's exactly what they'd done. Without a pack bond, she was vulnerable. Weak. Powerless. Just another rogue wolf that any pack could kill on sight. That any rogue could attack without consequences. That the world could swallow up without anyone caring or noticing. Lyra forced herself to stand. Her legs shook. Her vision blurred. Black spots danced at the edges. But she stayed upright through sheer stubbornness.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

he said defiantly, trying to get up. He lunged at me. I dove out of his way and drew my shard down in his back with everything I had, praying I hit his spine. We both fell on the floor with a thud, only a few feet apart. I could see his eyes. “That’s for Noora, you motherfucker, she knew what you were,” I whispered as he stopped moving and drew his last breath. The door burst open, shaking the floor beneath me, just as I blacked out.