Shadowhunter Magnus Novels & Stories

He raises it over a golden bowl and allows several drops to fall into the bowl with a hiss. “You may sit and receive your mark.” Mr streeter steps to the side to allow Will to make his way over to the tattoo man. He sits bending forward to allow the man access to the back of his neck. The tattoo man picks up the needle and starts his work. All Hunters receive the same mark, two crossed swords encircled by a snake. The ink used is laced with magic which is what gives us our heightened gifts. I watch in interest as the tattoo is completed, will the gift present itself straight away? It differs from hunter to hunter. Some may feel the power awakening in there bodies whilst others take longer to

She looked better, I guessed it was Persia's healing. "Magnus..."She whispered, going pale as a sheet at the sight of the kneeling man. Magnus the kneeling man had no legs "Yessssssss You have awakened oh great witch." He said. The man nicknamed the Hunter serial killer picked up a knife and walked behind me and slit my throat. "Nooooooooooo!" My mother's scream shook the walls of the basement. I gargled on my own blood as it spluttered from my mouth, my vocal cords had been cut "Relax you can save her..." Magnus gave her an evil smile.

“You saw us while hiding in a corner like a scared chicken. If you really want her dead, this is the best time; she’s lying in the middle of the road, too weak to move her body, dig your ugly claws into her chest and pull her heart out.” Magnus giggles, walking closer, “Oh, I will, on a full moon. Just like you, I know her blood is a rare one, a one in a thousand years kind of blood. I’ve known for a very long time now. When I saw her in my last operation, fearlessly standing up to me even with a gun pointed at her head, I smelled it right away, and I knew I had to take it, take her,” he pauses, keeping a reasonable distance between us. “I gave her a choice, you know, be my plaything or die.

Eris lifted the ceremonial dagger, slicing a thin cut along her palm, offering her blood to Cassian. Cassian did the same, their blood mixing, the magic between them sparking like fire in the air, something ancient, something irreversible. And then? The change rippled through Cassian. His breath hitched, his pulse quickened, his body burned with something unfamiliar, something entirely new. His veins darkened for a moment, his vision sharpening, his senses stretching beyond what he had ever known. He was still a wolf. But now? He was something more. Something both vampire and wolf, bound to Eris in ways no ruler had ever been before.

I asked him. “Probably the same person you are.” He said. “I highly doubt you are reporting to Shadow, he manages the Hunters only. This is something quite a bit higher on the scale.” I said. “Well that is true, I don’t report to Shadow.” He said. “I figured, then who?” I asked.

Seriously, werewolf hormones shouldn’t be this quick and wild at such an inappropriate time. I stood on tip toes, trying to look past the man obscuring my view. Once I did, I gasped at the horror of the sight. Zanicus’ eyes had turned full blood-red, and his canines protruding over his lip with abnormal length, and his claws looked like he had been digging land with his nails colored pitch black. Hunter immediately took a step back, blocking me from taking a step further with his big arm. “She was born for a purpose,” his voice coming out dangerously soft, like the sound of the wind brewing before a thunderous storm.

The way he spoke, it was as if sending people inside a magical boulder was as easy as breathing! I tried to listen to what Duke Hurst said though. He must have been here before, judging from how sure his words were about the rock. ‘Just think hard, right,’ I asked Cruz and Ignis tentatively inside our minds. ‘Sh*t, just do it,’ Ignis said impatiently as he trampled on vampire after vampire with our physical body. ‘You can do it, Kaist! Being a Shadow Rune wolf is our birthright,’ Cruz seconded as he lent part of his powers to me and Ignis.

I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Kade walked just ahead of us, tension coiled tight through every line of his body, Ronan and a full contingent of Ashborn warriors spread carefully through the trees around our small group. Magnus had insisted on joining this hunt personally, his usual hardness replaced now by something closer to grim determination, as though facing this threat himself might finally atone for decades of hatred built on a lie he never questioned closely enough.

The bear shifter was covered in blood but John could not see any major injury. John's attention fell on a struggling Mason who was shouting profanity at Magnus. He walked closer, stopping two metres away from the warlock. "Oh, what now?" John said, his newly found confidence even stronger now that he had experienced almost losing his mate. The young hybrid crossed his arms, a finger tapping his chin, as Mason tugged forcefully against the chain that Magnus had enslaved him in. "What to do, what to do," John said, just as Desmond started to come around from behind Magnus. The blast had pushed him against the bunker wall, and he had momentarily lost consciousness.

Kael tried to hold me back, but I wrapped him with a rope of fire… It wouldn't burn his skin; he'll just stay down. “Lila! Stop! Don't lose yourself! Don't let your power take you!” His dark eyes were intimidating; his aura was palpable, and his towering presence consumed the area. In his hand was Wylan, choking and gasping for breath. My heart skipped a beat, and with a strong crackle I raised a ray of fire into the air and cut his hand off from Wylan. Their hearts skipped at the sight of my power. He just smiled wryly, exactly as he'd been described… Magnus — the greatest hunter — but today was surely going to be his end.