Shadowhunter Magnus Novels & Stories

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

, she giggled. A half-crazed man barreled into the kitchen and came to a halt whipping his head around until his golden eyes landed on Ophelia. She was standing there giggling and his eyes switched to brown. I couldn't believe what I saw. I tried to figure out why his eyes would change colors. Rainn read my mind, "My love, you remember Jamison, don't you?" I nodded my head, still staring at him. "Why did his eyes change from gold to brown?" Rainn laughed a little, "Well I wanted to explain everything to you before everyone came back but Liam and I are the only hunters in the group that were human before our transition. Jamison over there is a bear shifter and, like Ophelia explained, she's a

But genuinely. Aldric went with him on most of these trips. The security situation required it — Maren's people were still active and visibility was a vulnerability as much as a strategy. But the larger reason was that he had become, without designing it, the clearest bridge between the two worlds in the kingdom's current moment. A half-vampire former hunter who had been sent to kill the Vampire King and had come back doing something else entirely was a story people could follow. It gave them a thread to hold while the larger picture assembled itself around it.

I survived prison, but only barely. "What?" Magnus's voice thundered through the room. For the first time since I arrived at Stone Manor, genuine shock appeared on his face. My wolf watched carefully. Magnus had never hidden his resentment toward me. I had always been the unwanted daughter, the mistake, the disappointment. But Jasper... Jasper was different. Jasper was Magnus's grandson. The Alpha heir of the Moonshadow Pack. And now Magnus had just learned that someone had nearly killed him before he was even born.

’ Theo’s voice screams in my head, breaking all hope of my climax. “Fucking hell! Stupid sons of...!” I scream out angrily, pushing Magnus away. “I’m sorry, Kimarhi. Did I hurt you?” Magnus stutters from the floor, cutting me off; he looks defeated and hurt. “NO, not you! Shadow clan! Those bastards are at Pier 11!” I yell, not meaning to be angry at him. I open the door hurriedly, taking it off its hinges, and it slams to the floor beside Magnus. Not bothering to dress, I shift and begin running. I can sense Magnus on my heels, showing courage by not staying back.

"He didn't come from the outside, Sire. He has been hiding in plain sight. He wears the armor of the Vanguard. He wears the crest of the Northern Shadows!" Silas grabbed Magnus by the collar of his crimson robes, hauling the ancient man halfway off the floor. "Give me the name!" Silas roared, his fangs fully extended. "It's... it's the captain of the..." Magnus never finished the sentence. THWACK. The sound was wet, heavy, and completely unexpected. Before Kael could react, before Silas could shield him, a thick, black arrow forged entirely from solid shadow materialized out of thin air and slammed directly into the back of Magnus’s skull.

Magnus grabs me and pulls me aside just as the shadow lets out a sound—wet and jagged, like wind tearing through a tunnel. His sword is already in his hand, drawn from the wall mount. The blade gleams silver-blue as the fire reflects off it. The shadow screeches—inhuman, furious. Magnus lunges. Steel meets shadow. The creature recoils, limbs bending in unnatural angles, dissolving partially before re-forming. “Get back!” he shouts, shoving me toward the corner. I scramble, heart thundering. The creature swipes again—fast as a whip—and Magnus ducks, rolling across the shredded bed and striking low. The blade connects, tearing through its midsection.

The sniper’s third shot went wide, hitting the steel hull of the ship with a dull clunk. I felt the energy in my palms pulse. The reactor's fire was gone, but the Blood Vow was still wide awake. It was feeding on my rage—the burning realization that my Uncle Magnus, the man who had tucked me into bed after my parents' funeral, was the one who had killed them. "Lucian, go!" I screamed. He twisted the throttle. The bike screamed, the studded tires biting into the slick hangar ramp. We launched off the edge, a second of terrifying weightlessness hanging over the dark water before the tires slammed onto a solid floe of ice.

When I finally managed to make myself move, I headed straight up to father's chambers only to see when I got there, Magnus had already beat me to it and told him everything, the look of devastation on his face, was enough to know that he had. "It's not true, father, it can't be!" I said, walking over to him as he looked down thoughtfully at the floor. "It just doesn't make sense, it doesn't add up". He pondered. "Of course, it fucking does! She had you all right where she wanted you! Eating out of the palm of her fucking hand! And now she's fuck knows where with the rest of the hunters planning their next attack to kill the lot of us!" Magnus raged.

To not imagine hauling her onto his lap in front of the entire class— “Malick.” The sharp voice of Professor Thorne pulled him back. “Would you care to share with the class what elemental traits make a familiar incompatible with shadowbinding?” All eyes turned to him. “…Uh.” His voice cracked. “…If they’re infused with celestial light or any kind of angelic resonance, they’ll… short out the bind and explode.” Silence stretched. Then Thorne nodded. “Correct. Though perhaps next time you could deliver your answer with less… panic.”