Helsbane Kindle Edition

The air was heavy with the metallic tang of blood, a crimson pool spreading across the cracked asphalt beneath him. Magnus stood over the lifeless body; his broad shoulders cloaked in the shadows of the alley. The dim streetlight overhead flickered, casting jagged patterns across his face. His long, reddish-blond hair clung to his sweat-dampened skin, framing the gleam of his piercing eyes—eyes that seemed to drink in the carnage, unflinching, calculating. The kill had been clean—efficient. The silver blade rested in his gloved hand, its edge still glistening with the essence of its work. His breath misted in the frigid Norwegian night, curling like the whispers of restless spirits. Magnus crouched, his rune tattoos glinting faintly in the half-light as he examined his mark. A once-powerful crime lord, now reduced to a pale, motionless husk. Read more