Magnus Chase Fanart

When Victor Lazarus, the world's most powerful art broker, dies suddenly, the international art scene holds its breath. For decades, Lazarus built an empire not by owning the world's rarest masterpieces, but by exhibiting them—Monet, Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Da Vinci, Hokusai, and more. These works, entrusted to him by the world's wealthiest collectors, turned his gallery into their stage: where masterpieces drew crowds, prestige, and profit, until the moment the owners chose to sell. Now, with Lazarus gone, the curtain is rising on the greatest auction of the century. Twelve priceless works, each carrying centuries of history, are set to leave his gallery forever. For the elite, it is a chance to claim cultural immortality. For the press, it is a spectacle without equal. For one crew of six, it is something else entirely. They see more than paintings under glass. They see a once-in-a-lifetime fortune, one last performance of Lazarus's legacy, only rewritten in their favor. With few months to prepare, outthink security systems, staff rotations, and every eye that will be watching. Few months to pull off a heist that would shatter records and rewrite history. But art has a way of ensnaring those who covet it. In the chase for fortune, the question is not only whether the heist can succeed, but whether Lazarus's legacy will be honored, betrayed, or reborn in the shadows. The Lazarus Job is a razor-sharp thriller of art, ambition, power, and the dangerous game played where beauty and power collide.

Marcus Hale dreamed of becoming a hero. At ten, he played knight in the sunlit streets of Millbrook—until the demons came. When the Enforcers, elite magical warriors, chose to defend the capital instead of his village, Marcus lost everything: his parents, his home, and his faith in the world. Six years later, he enters Valorheart Academy as a Defender—the lowest rank in the magical caste system. Assigned to shield others while nobles chase glory, Marcus is mocked by instructors, denied access to advanced knowledge, and forced to accept that power is for the privileged. His only light is Isabella Rodriguez, a brilliant Mage and his first friend—maybe more. But even that is taken when Arthur Blackthorne, a powerful noble with eyes on both Isabella and the throne, maneuvers Marcus into disgrace. Stripped of allies and on the verge of expulsion, Marcus discovers a forgotten power buried beneath the academy—a living source of ancient magic that offers him what society never would: a choice. He fuses with it. Survives it. Becomes something no Defender was ever meant to be. With new abilities and a mind sharpened by betrayal, Marcus begins to reshape the academy from within, gathering outcasts and training them to challenge the system. He’s not just fighting for equality anymore—he’s building a revolution. But the deeper he delves into power, the more he risks becoming like the very tyrants he vowed to destroy. Love, loyalty, and vengeance collide as Marcus confronts the brutal truth: to create a new world, he may have to burn the old one down. He was born to defend a world that discarded him. Now, he will destroy it.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.