Vampire Magnus Novels & Stories

I glanced toward them; his hands were covered – was this? Magnus’s fingers scraped down the skin of my forearm. The simple touch stung. I shuffled backwards, fiddling with the strings on the pouches left within Seb’s jacket. “What are you doing, girl? Just come here” Magnus made another grab for me and, knowing I couldn’t touch whatever Seb had either, I flicked the jacket, with open pouches at him, before scrabbling up and stumbling away from him. “ARGH!” Magnus cried; his eyes closed as he blindly grabbed at the air where he thought I should be. He spun around, his vampire hearing obviously able to trail where I’d moved behind him.

He was terrified of the situation, but he wasn't hiding guilt. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Kael’s heart was slightly elevated, but her blood smelled entirely of ozone and steel. Pure warrior. No deception. Thump-thump-thump. Elder Vance was furious, his blood pressure spiking, his scent thick with arrogant indignation. But beneath the arrogance, there was no rot. I shifted my glowing silver gaze to the High Warlock. His name was Magnus. He was ancient, his skin like yellowed parchment pulled tight over brittle bones. He stood perfectly still, his hands tucked neatly into the wide sleeves of his crimson robes. His face was a mask of serene, magical detachment.

It was almost a three-day hike on the opposite side of the Astral mountains, across Mount Richardson, through the Boreal forests into the town of Inuvik. It was the most dangerous trail inhabited by Magnus, the most powerful vampire of our times. In his fourth century now, Magnus had been in a battle with my father. In his mortal life, Magnus had been a warlock. After my father killed him, he lost his magic and transformed into a vampire seeking my blood. I have been able to avoid a combat with him so far but not for long. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I wanted my pack, my village, back first. Maybe after I strengthened my position here, built a powerful army, we could face Magnus. He usually

Magnus asked, breathing out of his mouth and pinching his nose in disgust at the vile creature. "The hoard grows restless, King Magnus, they want to know when we bring the war to Howling warriors, the men want their land back." Santos Romano was careful not to look the King of the Vampyres directly in the eyes as he spoke. Magnus Emmett was 3000 years old. He didn't look a day over 20. Santos had come across him, and his ancient race of Vampyres by accident, recruiting allies before his challenge rite, and Magnus had just woken from a very long nap. After a few hiccups, they had come to an accord. Which is the only reason Santos Romano was still breathing. True to his word, the Vampyre king

Damon remembered him as though it was yesterday. Magnus Vale. One of Crescent Moon's finest warriors, and his father's beta. He'd been loved, respected, admired for his loyalty... until the thirst for power consumed him. Drawn by an ancient legend whispered through generations, Magnus began his descent into darkness. He slaughtered countless innocent wolves, thousands of them, in his mad quest to absorb their souls and grow stronger. Before he could be stopped, entire packs had fallen at his feet. The battle that ended his reign of terror was one the werewolf world would never forget. Damon's father, Alpha Richard Cross, had led the charge himself. The fight raged for days, with blood and fi

"Magnus." The name hung between us like poison. Magnus had been a dark wolf, a practitioner of blood magic who had tried to overthrow the old pack orders years ago. He had been killed, his cult scattered, his followers hunted down and dealt with. But cults had a way of surviving, of hiding in shadows until they felt safe enough to emerge. "Magnus is dead," Damon said firmly. "I saw his body myself." "But his followers aren't," I said. "What if some of them survived? What if they've been waiting, gathering strength, and now with Hope's power manifesting, they see an opportunity?"

Magnus said with a grimace, “Issue an order that Sirius will replace Hannah’s position. Send him to Lilyrose with firearms. He must bring back the Nether Viper Sword and Kaze. “Times have changed. We can’t just fight with our fists now. “No one can outrun bullets.” “Yes, sir.” Yves took off. With Yves gone, Magnus’ chilling demeanor vanished. He stumbled back and slumped into a chair. His gaze fell on Kaze’s scroll on the desk. The words seemed to have magic to draw his attention. “Ugh!” Magnus spat out blood, splattering a red trail right before him. “That’s impossible. How could the bastard be so strong?”

I looked past the standing frame of Alpha Adrian to behold a raging beast, whose claws had been stretched out pouring steam. "Alpha Magnus, I don't understand why you are here." Alpha Adrian's voice, had a pint of fear to it as he speak and it was apparent that he was intimidated. "Step aside." Alpha Magnus ordered, voice was deep, much deeper than Adrian's and it held so much authority as well. The huge frame of Alpha Adrian moved aside and I looked up to face Alpha Magnus. My eye had failed to open since the tip of the whip had landed on them, thus I held them with so much tender.

Author's POV Caius rolled his eyes as the man who had been a pain in his ass for years appearing wearing his usual smile. That wide sweet smile like he was the most innocent soul present in this world, the asshole who was after his kingdom's area for so long. He had no idea why the ministry adored and listened to this bastard, he was a vampire in the end, the same one who had killed so many creatures before. Kael paused before Caius letting his usual smile snap at the annoyed man, "Good afternoon, king Vlad." Caius sighed giving him a curt nod in response.

“It was a terrible time for us, little mouse. We left France and came back to Black Rock Castle and Magnus became the king of the werewolves, the Immortal Lycan.” I touched her arm, seeing the pain in her eyes. I felt sorry for her. “You regret doing the spell, don’t you?” She frowned, slapped my hand away. “You’d better go. Talking my ear off, you are.” She got up and opened the door. “Go. Your brother will be fine. Stop fussing.” Magnus was right outside, and his expression was anything but friendly.