Warframe Magnus Novels & Stories

"You are the Silver Wolf. One roar from you dropped an entire room of enforcers." ‎ ‎"I am one wolf," I countered. "And I don't know how to control it yet. If I burn out in the first five minutes of the battle... you all die." ‎ ‎I slammed my hand on the map. ‎ ‎"We cannot win a war of attrition. Magnus has the numbers. He has the weapons. And now that he knows I shifted... he will bring everything he has. He won't try to capture me next time. He will try to kill me from a distance."

“… next is the orders—” “What the hell, Millie? Your explanation is too complicated.” Lilac rolled her eyes. “You see, Emily, she met her gaze, “We have a king, which is the Alpha. Then the Beta, the elites or councils, and the orders or warriors. The orders will make sure that the borders of this state are well-guarded. They defend it from rogues—you know, a werewolf who doesn’t have a home or packs, the hunters—” “Humans…” Emily mumbled.

Magus shook his head. “Why not?” “Draw too much attention. There’s many that’d hunt him.” “Because he’s the original?” “Because he’s sired so many guardians.” “What are they?” “Wolves that his partners agreed to mother in order to protect different forests.” “I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Magus gave me a quick look. “Never of Wrath? Rage? Or Turmoil? Or…Chaos?” “No…” I slowly shook my head. Seeing that Magus thought me quite silly for knowing nothing of these guardians.

I growled as I moved Nicole so that she was against my chest but that only made her wails fill the open space around us. "I am the one who has been trying to kill you for a while now Ellie. But it doesn't seem to matter what I do. You just don't want to die," he chuckled darkly. Jayson had now moved into a defensive position while Luca was trying to sooth the cries now coming from Maxwell. Where the hell was Blake when you needed him? Oh. Yeah. He's preparing the warriors for a war which is already on the territory. "You're James' son?" I narrowed my eyes questioningly in his direction but the smirk which covered his face said it all.

Alpha Anders I sat in my office, looking out over the back of the packhouse. Training was currently taking place. My head trainer, Mark, was training our youngest warriors. Over the years, our pack had grown tremendously. The compound for the red wolves had brought in several new families to our pack. Having the red wolf compound also brought those who were just interested in living this close to werewolf history.

Playful Woman [Magnus Pov.] Magnus Wellington. Eighteen years old. Heartthrob. Basketball player. Self-centered. Handsome. Bad boy. Martial arts expert and a total Womanizer. In fact, I would have been in college, but because of my pampered and always cutting class, I am still back and forth in the last grade of high school.

If I refused, she’d rip my mask apart. But before I could choose, the chamber shook with fury. Magnus stormed in, power pouring off him like a tide. His eyes landed on the dagger, the witch, his son, and me. His voice was thunder. “So. This is what loyalty looks like.” Power clashed in the ruins, every secret, every lie, every bond hanging by a thread.

“Loriah, they’ve canceled your interview with The Late Show with Marvin Flint. And your Aria Nova commercial has been dropped. They’ve offered compensation for your troubles, but the contract’s been canceled.” I gripped my phone tightly, my hand trembling. Draco sat up abruptly, having heard everything. “Magnus just declared war,” Draco growled. “He has no idea how much he’s going to regret this.”

The Kingbreaker moved aside without protest, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I understood clearly who truly controlled everything here. Magnus did not look rushed or angry despite the war already breaking out around us. He walked calmly through the ruins while distant sounds of fighting echoed across the forest. Smoke drifted through the cold night air behind him, and the silver markings carved into his dark armor caught the moonlight faintly as he stopped several feet away from Hunter. His eyes settled on him quietly. “You’re remembering faster than expected,” he said. Hunter immediately tensed beside me.

Each strike they landed carried the force of every rebel’s hope. At the dais entrance, Vera yanked the heavy bronze doors open. Inside, Magnus stood at the console—his regal armor blackened with ash, eyes blazing with fury and disbelief. “Vera Moonlock,” he sneered, voice echoing in the vaulted chamber. “And the mad dog at your side. I should have killed you both on the same night.” Lucien snarled, stepping between Vera and Magnus. “Your reign ends here.” Magnus uprooted a crystal shard from the dais’s console, summoning a pulse of crackling energy. “Then die, siblings!” He hurled the shard; it spiraled through the chamber, trailing violet sparks.