Linger Maggie Stiefvater Novels & Stories

Mags demands lighting up a new cigarette. When the fuck did she grab the lighter and cigarettes? Oh, right, I’m surrounded by magical people. See, this is when I don’t like magic. It’s not fair that they can just magic shit to them. Some of us have to do that shit physically, and it sucks. So yes, I’m jealous as fuck. That’s something I never thought I’d be. Not the jealous part. Let's face it. I’m a lycan bitch. I will fuck a bitch up if they touch Zane. I never thought I’d be jealous of someone who could do magic. That’s new, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Right now, it doesn't matter, so I dismiss the thoughts and focus on Mags and Zane, who are back to bickering. I growl, gaining

Mia has faced a lot of cruelty growing up so she should get used to being treated poorly and being disrespected or embarrassed. Even if someone didn't embarrass her, she always ended up embarrassing herself. However, this particular act by Miram has Mia feeling so shocked and annoyed. The fact that she is weak and cannot match Miram's strength since Miram is a full blooded werewolf and even had the blood of an Alpha running through her veins, only made Mia feel even more miserable and annoyed.

ELENA The low fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing everything in a sterile, humming glow. Maggie sat across from me, wrists cuffed, the chains on the table between us rattling softly every time she moved. Her eyes were red, her mouth pressed into a thin, trembling line. She looked like a ghost of the girl I'd once known—the fierce, defiant Maggie who'd survived things we didn’t speak about. I waited. I let the silence stretch until it pressed against my ribs, until she had no choice but to speak.

CHARLIE * * If there is anything in the world I hate more than hiking, it’s swimming. Or maybe I hate both, I don’t know. Alice had come back from her trip and was planning for her birthday so I had to go to Masons. When I got to the house, he was already in the pool smoking a cigarette, he smiled at me when he saw me. He dropped the blunt. “Hey”, he said waving at me with this… very cute smile plastered on my face.

I said, which made her eyes widened. “I can't believe that you love a demon, Jace. She's a threat to the entire werewolves.” Jace just shook his head from what Liezel had uttered. It seems like he's not interested in whatever she's been saying. “Margaux is not a demon, Liezel, for your information. She's better than what you think and whatever plays inside of your little brain is not true. Margaux is a daughter of Damon, but it doesn't mean that she's already a demon.”

The girl stands there for a minute longer and then she starts to flicker, like she's a projection of some sort. My jaw drops. Is this a trap? The girl continues to flicker until she disappears completely. Soon, it's like she was never there at all. A loud sigh raises the hair on my arms. "You said you knew how to cast spells." A Silver Hunter comes into view, his hands curled into fists. "I do know how," a second Silver Hunter snarls. "No spell is perfect." My breath catches in my chest. Silver Hunters know magic? Don't they hate magic and everything related to it? Isn't that why they're at our school?

“Why not just become my vampire queen? Isn’t that enough?” “Look,” I said as my eyes dove into his deep dark ones for emphasis, then into Gwendoline’s pale gray eyes, and finally Luthias’s’ rich blue eyes. “Besides the fact that I’ve always been intrigued by the concept of doing magic, I have an evil vampire king and an equally evil mutant-vampire queen hunting me down. Charles is old and strong and Sybil, although not so old, seems to have a great deal of power in her. I’d be a young vampire with little backing me if I was caught alone by either of them. Being vampire just doesn’t seem enough ammunition to fight them off. I think... no... I know I need the magic as well.” “The lass has a

"Magic is war. Magic is where the battles are fought. Magic is where the battles are won. Magic is where the battles are lost. In ancient times, magic was everywhere. It was magic that brought the world into existence. It was magic that gave the sun and moon their light, the stars their power. It was magic that filled the oceans, the forests, and the mountains. It was magic that gave life to the animals. It was magic that gave humans the things that made them human." The writing has stopped, so I close the book. "How does this work? Is it some kind of invisible ink that shows up when it's exposed to light?" Alice sighs. "I told you. This place is magic. It's ridiculous, honestly, that no one

He drapes his arms over the woman and says to me, “Register for that magic competition. I will meet you tomorrow morning.” I nod. And the next thing I know, I am standing under a tree, feeling a chilly breeze brushing against my skin. I look at the magicians queuing up for the competition. They all look excited, just as I was when I joined four years ago — all done so my husband, the Lycan King Gideon, will notice me. Not knowing that it will be my downfall.

“What?” “How about I write a book on Lativia and the characteristics of a mage wolf and mages in general? Most of the books about mages have been destroyed and also hardly anyone knows about a wolf mage except that a wolf mage is a vile creature,” I said, breathless and giddy. As I spoke my thoughts aloud, the idea seemed good and achievable. Clyde smiled. “Sounds like you are going to write a series.” I laughed at that not because it sounded ridiculous but the fact that he was right. He is always in sync with my thoughts and this is not even due to our mate bond.