Amphibia Maggie Novels & Stories

Sometimes she told her own made-up stories. Opi would then sit in the other rocking chair and listen. He made strange faces at the stories. Cozy and loving, that was the feeling that the scent of sandalwood meant, at least for Maddie. She disappeared completely in her mind, but when she heard her name she landed in the present again. 'What?' ‘That you have a second name besides Maddie's?’ Anke repeated and looked at her questioningly. 'Yes. My full name is actually Magna Luna. that means big moon.’ She smiled at the circle of those present. ‘Fortunately my nickname is Maddie. Witch means, she of the light and sounds much better, I think.’She smiled at the circle of those present.

Jackson grabbed her hand pulled her back, "What the fuck are you doing Maggie", Jackson said pulling her away "Why did you bring me here, why is she here and not dead", Maggie shouted pointing her finger at me. Both Damien and I looked at each other confused, as we watched the exchange between the people in front of us "What are you talking about Maggie", Jackson asked, "MY SPELLS WONT WORK ALPHA SHE HAS SOME OF MY POWER IN HER", Maggie shouted,

Maggie pecked me on my cheek and my brows creased. I knew she had to use magic, but what I didn’t understand was why she pecked me. It was as though she was saying goodbye but I shook the ridiculous thought from my head. “You all should take care of yourself,” Maggie said and the rest of her words became inaudible to me because my vision was becoming blurry and my body was giving up on me. The next thing I felt was Maggie placing her hands on my baby and I saw Damien and Khal trying to stop her before I blacked out.

Hannah cried but Maggie kept trying until we heard a sentence clearly "R-Rogues. T-They s-said t-they were c-coming f-for you" she gurgled out while staring straight at me and my breath hitched Maggie began to convulse violently, coughing up blood as she her body shook "Maggie? Maggie!" Hannah and Alpha Scott kept calling her name but to no avail I watched with horror, totally motionless as Maggie's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body stopped convulsing; going completely still

We all headed over to the food line, Rian walking between Tristan and I. Several pack members cast curious glances our way at the sight of Rian with us. Miss Maggie was working the buffet this evening and Rian waved to her, and she waved back. Miss Maggie was an older lady, looking to be in her mid fifties by Human standards, so perhaps in her late 100s for a werewolf. Her long brown hair had wisps of gray throughout it and was pinned back in a bun while she worked. She was taller, perhaps 5’9” or so, with a slightly curvy frame and well worn wrinkles on her hands, and laugh lines on her face.

She nods, snarling softly, “Wish I could’ve done it, but I’m glad he’s gone. For both our sakes.” Celine nods and smiles at her, “Yeah.” Celine looks over at Maggie. “Did she tell you anything?” Her wolf looks at her, tilting her head, “That she’s a witch, her name is Maggie and she was going to help me get back to you.” The wolf swings her head around to Maggie “I like her.” Celine nods, “Me too…” Celine pushes her face into her wolf’s neck. Then pushes the wolf gently off her legs so she can stand as Maggie comes over to them,

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.

He still refused to stop trying even though she had turned down his offer a thousand times. Maggie is a biracial mid easterner whose mother is British, she grew up in London but came to settle in Maslles country because of her job. She was beautiful woman in her late twenties, she didn't wear classy clothes but always attracted the attention of the opposite sex. Seeing that Maggie wolfing down her food hurriedly , James patted her shoulder , saying, "My beautiful Maggie, please take your time."

"Colfre, It's been a few weeks since the last letter you sent me. It was quite unusual for you to not hold unto your word. There had been an unsettling feeling inside of me that told me there might be something wrong. You will come back, right? You had always been true to your words, and I know that you will come back alive. I miss your words of wisdom, your warmth, and your presence. The camellias you sent me are planted in the garden, such a great sight amidst the sea of red camellias and when you come back I hope that you can also see how lovely the camellias are. I cannot wait to walk with you in the garden, talk about your fleet and your plans for the future. May Fiachra guide you with

The omegas bathed her and dressed her up in preparation for her martial arts class with Maggie. Then she was led to the venue which was a lonely and quiet field. Maggie was a five feet tall lady who was a little ripped. She had a brown coloured hair which she plaited in two. She bowed slightly and made a brief introduction of herself. Twenty six years old and a guardian wolf. Apparently, a guardian to the omegas.