Shadowhunter Magnus Novels & Stories

When the man began talking, it felt like he was covering her body in warm honey. "I must apologize to you. I'm Alpha Gunnar of The Shadow Howlers. My head warrior showed me evidence that you had been kidnapping humans. When I looked closer at the evidence, I couldn't determine if what he said was true, so I wanted to do more investigating. Omar?" Alpha Gunnar looked at the warriors, and the large one in front stepped forward, his neck bare in submission. "Yes, alpha." He answered in more of a growl. "Why have you set out to destroy this pack?" Gunnar asked. However, it wasn't Omar who answered.

I do not deserve anything real. When I am ready, I go out the room and I ignore her as she holds me by my arm. I get out of the house and go straight to my office. I call Egil and I sit on my desk. I am Alpha Magnus Ulfisson, the Killer of Rogues. I shouldn’t have forgotten that. *** “Magnus!” Antiope demands for the millionth time. “She is outside,” Egil hisses. “I can hear her.” “Don’t do this!”

His wolf lurked beneath his skin, ready to tear through the darkness, but I wasn’t sure if he was fully healed from earlier. I tugged at his hand. “We just got out of one near-death experience. Maybe...” His gaze snapped to mine. “I won’t let them take you.” The weight of his words settled between us, unspoken truths crackling like embers. This wasn’t just about survival, it was about something deeper, something neither of us had the time to name. Victor swore under his breath. “No more time. They’re here.” A growl sliced through the air, low and menacing, followed by the unmistakable glow of predatory eyes emerging from the shadows. One by one, they appeared, dark figures moving with the fl

She was bloodied and badly wounded but Chloe could feel that she was still alive. The shadows didn’t hesitate. They lunged forward, moving like ghosts as they charged at the creature. The creature let out a enraged shriek that was so loud Chloe thought her eardrums might burst. But still, the wolves carried on, unaffected by the inhuman sound. Something about the shadows charging it down clearly unsettled the mysterious monster because it was off of its victim in an instant darting off into the forest without a trace. It’s time for you to go back, your majesty Another voice echoed through Chloe’s mind. You have been here too long.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

From within, shadows moved — countless, formless, crawling across the snow. Magnus stepped through. He wasn’t entirely human anymore. His skin gleamed like polished silver, eyes burning with the same pale fire that had haunted the Echo. The Oath’s sigil blazed across his chest, seared into flesh. “Daughter of the First Blood,” he said, voice echoing across the plains. “You’ve made quite the mess.” Lyra took a step forward. “I’m just cleaning up yours.” Magnus smiled, slow and cruel. “You think unbinding a few wolves makes you free? You’re still mine, child. Every heartbeat in your chest carries my command.”

“You were poisoned and nearly killed a few hours ago and now you’re talking about Magnus again?” “He attacked us directly.” “Exactly!” Hunter’s expression hardened slightly. “And he’ll keep attacking.” I shook my head immediately. “No.” “Hope—” “No. Absolutely not.” I stood up from the chair completely now. “You can barely even sit up properly.” “That doesn’t change reality.” “You almost died!” “And more people will die if we keep waiting.” The room fell silent. I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you insane?” Hunter exhaled slowly. “Magnus won’t stop until one of us is dead. And it's going to be him.”

My bones ached, my heart pounded, and then— The world shifted. Every sound dulled. Every breath felt distant. I lifted my head and saw through layers of flame and shadow. The forest, the patrols, the stone walls—everything glowed with threads of light, like life itself was woven from fire. And then I saw him. Magnus. Standing at the edge of the courtyard, framed by the moonlight. Cloaked in black, his eyes gleamed red. The sight of him sent a shock through my entire body. “Beautiful,” he murmured, voice carrying effortlessly across the distance. “The flame has awakened.”

The Magnus continued walking and fell on his knees when he reached the room's darkest side. "Father, the bounty hunter has arrived." Kaizer couldn't see the man in the dark for the torches were behind him, but he could see on his silhouette a bent stature and a bald head. He was old. Kaizer could sense power and authority from him but not enough to make him fall on his knees too. He was looking at Kaizer and Kaizer knew it. Silence was heard. Moans and pains were the background. Then the Magnus stood up and bowed.

My heartbeat drowned every warning in my head. That night, Magnus set his trap. At dinner, he lifted his goblet high, smirk curling, and announced, “Ash will accompany me on a private hunt. My son will remain behind.” My spine stiffened, but I nodded. Across the table, Zane didn’t protest. He only smirked lazily, pretending obedience. Magnus, smug in his victory, never noticed the way his son’s golden eyes gleamed like fire ready to devour.