Vampire Magnus Novels & Stories

Her eyes then bulged at the sight of me, the sound of a gasp entering her lips before she looked at Xander. That was the last thing I saw before he closed the door, cutting off most of the light that was entering into the room. I could barely see anything more than three feet ahead of me. I took a long shaky breath as I turned towards Xander, freezing under his suddenly confident gaze. His mossy green eyes shone through the dark as all vampires eyes did. His familiar grin made a quick appearance, instinctively making me take a step back. The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared.

His fingers dug into the stone floor, his breathing ragged. “Magnus!” Aria tried to get closer, but Derek pulled her back. Then Magnus looked up, and her heart nearly stopped. His irises were no longer their usual shade. They burned with unnatural black and violet hues, swirling like a storm. His skin darkened in places, veins pulsating beneath the surface. It wasn’t just corruption. It was becoming him. Derek unsheathed his sword. “Magnus, fight it.” Magnus’s head tilted slightly, his expression eerily blank. “Fight what?” His voice sounded layered—his own, but with something else beneath it. Something deeper.

‘If the dragons brought all the children back here, then surely Magnus, King Damon and the others must be here too,’ I say to him. Hugo glares and points through the hedge. The minotaurs have pikes poking at the sleeping children, trying to wake them. ‘Sir Hugo looks to me, ‘They mustn’t realise the children have all fallen asleep because of a spell.’ I follow Sir Hugo. We crawl through the hedge, climb over the low stone wall, and squat behind a large statue of a beautiful woman. ‘There they are,’ Sir Hugo whispers and points. Magnus is in his wolf form, in a cage. Damon is in a cage next to him but in his human form. We can see the other werewolves and vampires, as well as Vivian.

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.

I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that. "Normal vampires yes but not me." I frowned. "Why not you?" He sighed. "I know you may have a lot of questions at the moment but it's best for you to go back to sleep. It's one in the morning." "You drag me all the way out here and show me that supernaturals exist just to tell me to go back to bed?" "I dragged you here to finally make you believe me. The sooner you start your duties as a chosen one the better. You've already been attacked once by a shapeshifter. We are running out of time." Attacked? Shapeshifter? What is he talking about?

"You were an alpha. The legend who wandered into the Vampire Realm and fell in love with the princess—Erin, by the way—and was killed by—" I didn't let him finish. "Who killed me?" "Argh, let me finish, would you! I told you not to interrupt," Magnus said in a frustrated voice. "A guy named Nicolas killed you. You were pathetic. Very, very pathetic. Your body dissipated into nothingness and your soul wandered a long time before it found this body." "Magnus, I'm sorry to interrupt, but who the hell is Nicolas and why did he kill me?" I asked. Magnus continued,

******* " 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---

asked Fin—their 40 year-old chairman—and had another sip on his drink. "It's only Saint, Silas, and me. Winter delivered the invitations to them. Based on their appearance, they're bold and brave but I can see fear sitting deeply in their eyes. They're even surprised to see my fang," Magnus chuckled. As a trained vampire, he learned how to read expression and feelings in a short period of time through eye contact. Upon hearing about his fangs, Claude rose form his seat. "Magnus," he warned his brother. Is he really exposing himself like that?

He raised his eyebrows playfully, and Magnus growled angrily from beside him. “Back off, Gusev.” Just then, Zefren came in between them and grabbed Gusev’s hands, “Aha! This one is a vampire. Come little one, let me draw some blood!” Gusev looked at us with a confused look, “Wait, who is this lunatic? Magnus, help me. I thought I’m the one who should be drawing blood here but eww oldie, your blood stinks! I’m a vampire with class!” He rambled on and on, struggling as Zefren the mage got his blood.

And the revenants flinched. “Look at them,” Magnus said. “Creatures older than your grandmother’s bones, kneeling for you. Do you think that power comes from mercy? From lineage? From destiny?” He raised a hand. The air around the revenants tightened. “It comes from me.” The revenants convulsed, their stitched mouths ripping open in soundless agony. Lyra gasped, reaching out instinctively. “Stop—!” Magnus’s smile widened. “There she is.” Vale spun toward her. “Lyra. Don’t let him—”