Warframe Magnus 소설 & 이야기

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

Magnus' POV The afternoon sun filtered through the thick branches of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows over the courtyard. Magnus stood in its shade, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the distant horizon as a restless energy simmered beneath his calm exterior. The weight of expectations and half-truths pressed heavily on his shoulders. He had built this life purposefully, choosing Riana as his mate to strengthen the pack. Everything was supposed to be perfect, yet something gnawed at him—something intangible but insistent.

one of the guards spoke up, his tone tinged with concern, "What about the witch they have?" Darius's jaw tensed at the mention of one the enemy's ally. "Unfortunately, it's not just a witch they have, but a powerful warlock too," he admitted. "Thankfully, we have Magnus, who not only saved John, our Luna, and his cousin, but is a powerful Warlock himself." He turned to Magnus, gratitude evident in his gaze. "Magnus and Zion have agreed to help us strengthen our defence," Darius announced, his tone infused with determination.

"I've realized you were right. Conquest isn't the only path to satisfaction. As long as my Queen stays by my side, nothing else matters." I understood, but I could hardly believe it. I clutched his wrist tightly. "What exactly are you saying?" Magnus cupped my face, his black eyes—no longer gray, but fully human—fixing on me with utter seriousness. "I'm saying that as long as my Queen is with me, I can abandon the thought of waging war against humanity." Tears spilled down uncontrollably, splashing against his palm. Magnus' expression softened with pain. "My Queen, I told you this to make you happy, not to make you cry. If you keep crying, I'll go right back to attacking the humans."

We just have to wait and see. Daven looks completely calm, taking drinks and nods from all the chief warriors around the table. He leaves Mireya to talk to Magnus, clearly trusting that his favorite male is smart enough to win. "That is a very good school across the sea," Magnus says, nodding his old head. His face looks mild, but his eyes are sharp. "Since you have the top scholar rank, tell me about the weapon designs you built during your training moons." Orion knows that deep tone from his father. It means the old man does not believe the hype yet.

No one else seemed to have missed it either as most people removed themselves from the scene. "Married? Did you not look for a ward, not a spouse?" said Magnus, and laughed again. He seemed to wait for Sidastirs proclamation that the whole thing was mischief, but he stopped laughing when he realized that it never came. He turned towards Akana and seemed to consider his next action before he bowed. "My name is Magnus Ferrum. The Son of the Consul Crassus Ferrum and bears the title warlord," he finally said with a rather polite voice, but Akana still saw mistrust in his eyes.

“This is Magnus and Darius, High Warlocks of the Warlock Church.” Kat regarded Magnus, the younger one, who had bleached white hair in a shaved cut with patterns dyed into the sides in black. He looked about thirty but Kat guessed he must be older to hold such a high position. She smiled beautifully at him, with a slight condescending tinge to her eyes. “What do you want to know, Magnus of the Warlock Church?” He smiled at her sarcasm. “Typical demon personality, I see.” “Met many demons, have you?” She asked coyly.

I stomped my foot as I gritted my teeth. This wasn’t how it was meant to go! But fine, if they wanted to pick the losing side, then I was happy to win. I spotted Magnus down in the courtyard. His broad back was covered in black plate armour; legs enclosed in tight dark leather. Boots crunching as he shouted instructions and pointed the men in various directions. His sword knocking against that thick thigh. He was quite delicious when he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous cloak. When this is all over, I’m going to force that moustache of his between my legs. The man is dense. Hints don’t work. My pussy clenched in anticipation.

I lean my back against the cool metal wall, trying to breathe, but Magnus stands right in front of me with his big arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are super narrow as they scan my body, staying for a very long time on my tight silk shirt and my exposed throat. "Did you come to this lodge to give your body away to a weak wolf like Noah?" he growls, his voice dropping into a dangerous register. I flinch at his harsh words, but I force my chin up. "That is not true, Alpha Magnus!" His jaw tightens, a big muscle jumping in his cheek. "If that is not true," Magnus snarls, taking a giant step closer until his chest touches mine, "then why are you dressed like a toy? Showing off your neck lik

“He requests immediate audience.” Silence fell over the room. Magnus’s timing was either perfect or suspicious. “Send him in,” I ordered. Magnus entered moments later, flanked by two of his own guards. He looked around the council chamber with casual interest, as if he attended our meetings regularly. “I heard you were having a war council,” Magnus said, addressing me directly. “Thought I’d offer my perspective.” “And what perspective is that?” Elder Tomas asked coldly. “That we should bow to Stormclaw like you’ve been doing for years?”