Warframe Magnus Novels & Stories

A stream of magic flowed from his finger, and they increased in size. "Black magic," Red noted, sitting down. "Yes, dear. Now, make sure what you're here to say is really worth my time. Or else, you'll become one of those," Magnus said, pointing to more toadstools by the corner. "Yes, we have a deal for you," Red said. "I'm listening," Magnus replied, leaning forward. "We need your help defeating the Alpha king and his allies in a war," she said. "Now, why on Dreador would I do that?" he asked.

“I know you chased her and almost killed her during the full moon. Perhaps you want something from her, too.” “Yes, you are right,” he responds, waving his hand in the air as if dismissing something. “I want her dead, and will kill her. Unlike you, who gives her a supernatural necklace to protect her.” “I wasn’t protecting her,” I snarl. Magnus, dressed in an all-red uniform with a black mask that completely covers his face, remains mute and stares back with zero expression on his face.

Adam said as he got up. "He wants someone to give him space so he could concentrate on his work, he wants someone who won't show off her body to the public because he wants her for himself on his bed and he won't be someone like you.. he hates attention and you're too beautiful to be ignored, Ivory." Adam left after that. "He will come here.. I will make sure of that." I said it too myself. I got up and walked back into the mansion to find Marie. I caught the sight of her and she looked mad. I quickly walked to her.

I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster. He dashes forward as if he will crush me and in reflex, I swiftly step back. But he stops in front of me and slides up his tinted visor so that I can see the upper part of his face. He tends me the helmet similar to his, except this one is in white colour.

If a guard so much as stepped toward her, the shadows would rise up and swallow them whole, leaving nothing behind but a discarded helmet. Magnus and Kaelen were the final hammer. The old wolf and the restored Shield moved with a grim, familial efficiency. Kaelen was silent, his movements still possessing a touch of that mechanical precision he had acquired in the Falls, but now it was directed by a soul. He moved like a shield of violet glass, reflecting every attack and creating openings for Magnus to deliver the killing blow. Magnus was a force of nature, his broken axe replaced by a heavy iron club he had looted from a gatehouse. He wasn't fighting for a throne or a law; he was fighting

Strategic weapons of that scale would be controlled at the highest levels. Magnus was a regional warlord at best. He thought he could command missiles? Cyrus was certain it was a bluff. Magnus's face darkened. "What would a mere warehouse manager know? I simply don't want to see you and those supplies reduced to dust. I'm giving you a chance. "Don't ruin yourself, Cyrus. When the missile comes, you won't even have time to cry." Cyrus did not close the door on the exchange. "Oh really? Then fire one and show me. Show me what you've got."

For a heartbeat, the storm itself seemed to bend around them. Then, the sky cracked open. From above, a new figure descended — cloaked in shadow, the air warping around him. His eyes burned with the same white fire as the soldiers, but his aura was different. Older. Commanding. Magnus. Vale’s grip tightened on his sword. “You have no right to set foot here.” Magnus smiled faintly. “Rights are for mortals. I am the Oath’s keeper.” Lyra straightened, power trembling through her frame. “You’re its jailer.”

Only he could match the powers of Italian Mafia . Magnus was noticing everything from the cameras in his mansion . A smirk landed on his face . He liked Russian Mafia's gut to invade his house . He has got the weapons as well . He was ready to teach a lesson to him for invading the house . He wanted the crowd to know that no one should dare to cross their lines . The game was on .

It was over between us. Magnus took my breath away. A white blouse shirt featuring lace detailing at the throat was part of his attire, complemented by black pants and high boots. He slicked his dark hair back from his forehead and tied it at the back. On his left hand, a ruby ring glinted in the sunlight. He looked as if he had stepped out of another era.

or perhaps this is his true self after all. Magnus studies me closely. "You're getting annoyed with me, pup. How funny it is to trip you up like the old days." He tilts his head. "Tell me... what is this rogue group known for? What do they do? That will grant you an answer I believe." I scowl. "What they do? What they're known for?" Why is Magnus speaking in riddles at a time like this? I want nothing more than to punch his stupid face but he's also a warlock. He would never allow it unless it amuses him greatly.