Shadowhunter Magnus Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Max’s eyes twinkled as he spoke, as if he thought I was literally the best thing this world had to offer. Well I wasn’t. I was just me, Snow. A Vampire Hunter… And now a Vampire as well. “Max, I’m not any of those things, I’m just Snow, the Vampire Hunter. Period. You are mistaken if you think my presence will help your company at all.” I said. He just shook his head in disbelief.

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.

******* " Magnus , can I talk to you?" I said one evening night. Magnus sitting at the stair outside. He just looked at me and motioned his hand for me to sit beside him.I felt the weight of the darkness gradually spreading around the surrounding. My mind suddenly recalled the dream about the vampires and werewolfs. Paranoia started to build up in me. " What is it?" I immediately distracted by my thoughts when he spoke. Just I began to calm down, convincing my self that everything is alright. " About what you said, that I am spy. I just want to clarify that---

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 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!”

I said, not in the mood for his games. Magnus’s smirk faded. “That thing that’s hunting you? It’s bigger than you realize. And if you keep running blind, you’re going to get yourselves killed.” “What do you know about it?” Dahlia asked, her voice barely audible. Magnus’s eyes flicked to her, his expression unreadable. “More than you think.” Magnus sat on a nearby rock, his movements slow and deliberate. “That creature, the Shadow Beast, it’s not just some random monster. It’s connected to the Eclipsed Wolves.”