Warframe Magnus Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, at the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Citadel, Magnus Wraith stood near the central courtyard, watching with fond eyes as his young relative enjoyed a bowl of frozen cream. Magnus was the grandfatherly figure overseeing the Blackthorne pack council alongside Chief Obinna Okafor. While Idris ruled the pack's military might, Magnus held the political threads of the Bloodmoon Alpha Legacy. He adored Jabari Kane and little Amara Blackthorne, but Jabari was his pride and joy—a brilliant young pup with a fierce mind. "Eat slowly, young warrior," Magnus chuckled, his wrinkled face softening with affection. "There is plenty of food in the citadel pantry. You do not need to rush."

Magnus turned toward the gathered war council. “Prepare.” The word thundered. Armor clashed as warriors moved. Messengers ran. Horns sounded low and ominous across the mountain. “Mobilize eastern and southern divisions,” Magnus commanded. “Seal external trade routes. Summon allied packs under Del Imperium authority.” Aldric stood motionless as the machine of war began turning. Magnus faced him again. “If we do this, there is no retreat.” “I am aware.” “You will stand at the front.” “I expect nothing less.”

But if anyone makes a move toward me. I knew he’d spring into action faster than I could draw a breath. “What would he want with Vanna Rae?” “Another way to control her brother.” “My brother?” I yelped. “Which one?” That made my mates all twist to look at me. “Warlord...” Magnus supplied. “We know who he is.” Racer murmured. “That man is no friend to wolves.” “You’re mistaken.” Magnus sobered more than I’d ever seen him. “He’s a slave to King Detry.”

Magnus The world spun around me, a disorienting blur of sensations and memories. My body lay before me, possessed by the dark force of Gaius, the ancient sorcerer who had found a way to hijack my very essence. I hovered in the void, a mere spirit, a shadow of my former self, battling the oppressive presence that had taken root within my flesh. Each moment felt like an eternity; the struggle was relentless, the stakes unimaginably high. "Magnus, you can't win," Gaius's voice echoed within the confines of my mind, a sneering taunt that cut through my resolve. "This body is mine now. You are nothing but a ghost."

“I’ve faced that thing before and lived. You won’t make it without me.” Elias growled low in his throat, but he didn’t argue. “And what’s in it for you?” I asked. Magnus’s eyes darkened. “Revenge. That thing destroyed my pack, my family. If helping you means getting a shot at taking it down, I’m in.” I looked at Kai, then Elias. Both of them looked as uncertain as I felt. “We’ll think about it,” I said finally. “You don’t have time to think,” Magnus said, rising to his feet. “That thing isn’t going to wait for you to make up your mind.”

He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table begun sliding towards the doors, smashing through whatever was on its way, the undead knights were still at the entrance so they had nowhere to hide. The heavy steel banquet table rammed i

“You’ve spoken about Dennis Howard before and I know about it. However, I hope that you will still avenge me. After all, he hit me in front of you, I refuse to accept this.” “That will have to wait!” Magnus’s face darkened. “Another King of War is coming today and he’s a well known six-star King of War. Dennis was his subordinate when they were in the army. Do you think he’d let it go if I did anything to Dennis today?” “Six-star King of War? Who?” Quil took a deep breath after hearing this. Middle Province was full of talents and there were quite a few King of Wars that had returned this time. “Quin Hayes, he’s a very powerful guy and is extremely skilled in combat. Hence, I’m doing this be

Thinking it thoroughly as I had time a while ago to think about it, there was nothing else I can think of other than the fact that I may be a part of Mors Magnus plan. He was the one that Saypher would fave before he go and Kill the queen of the ice fortress. But… just like what I think about it… among all Magnus that was in the game, only Mors Magnus have no life. He was created out of technology. That is to say, his personality is based on AI. Artificial Intelligence that was fixed to do one goal. That is to not let Saypher have his easy way. The fact that he should be injured due to the last battle he had with the Cane Magnus it give an effect in the process of him fighting with Mors Magn

“This is the only fair trial you'll get.“ Magnus continued. Everyone looked around to see if anyone was coming out. A tense minute later and no one came out. Magnus fixed his gaze on the warriors, silently daring anyone of them to challenge him with his blank eyes. None of them did. He cleared his throat and relaxed his shoulders. “If I hear or sense any form of rebellion against me, I won't hesitate to kill the offender and his immediate family.“ He declared, and I felt a chill settle over me. I wonder what Magnus had to endure during his forced time away to make him this ruthless. The Magnus I knew was the sweetest man, but this, this Magnus was one I didn't recognize. Those gray eyes of h

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