Lost Maguire Novel Novels & Stories

I stoped counting my steps and how much I walked, I didn’t understand if this is a dream or I magicly traveled here by any way out of my thinking capabilities, after my death infrond of my eyes, I hated being a stepping stone for others, and an amusement thing to pass their time when I was in school, by bullying or make fun at me, in that time I let it happen because I can’t strike back for, evry time I try defending myself by talking back, the words stuck at my mouth and can’t come out, and even if it can comes out, it will be incoherent or forget to continue what in my mind than starting bubling nonsense, that will give me beating or humiliation frond of every one there, whitch push me la

I tip-toe and take it out. I look around and finally settle down on a short ladder, which I hadn’t noticed before and open the book. I skim through and to my dismay, find nothing. “Not a single mention,” I mutter under my breath. I shouldn’t have expected to find much. I take a deep breath and begin to peruse again. All the books have little to no mention of mages. Not a lot of things have been written. ‘As if they will keep a record of a monster,’ Ruelle sneers suddenly, irked. I let out a heavy sigh.

Everything he wanted to do started now. *** *** Magick was harder to master than Agent had anticipated. His memories from Tricksy's former lives were not very helpful. He had not lived many with full access to the Chaos God aura. It was like being a combination of both a no-fur and a tom while he was casting, manipulating the auras of the medical staff who had failed him and betrayed him. He'd meant to set them up for a long-suffering fate, one that might not even kill them. But things had gone... awry.

I took a long bath, curled up in my robe with a fire going, and lost myself in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Completely enjoying myself with the book and the fire, I lost all track of time. I put the book down to reach for my can of soda and caught the reflection in the window of someone standing behind my sofa. I jumped and screamed, dropping my book on the floor as I leaped to my feet and whirled around. It took me a moment to realize it was Marsh standing there. With my heart pounding so hard I thought it might come out of my chest, I yelled at him, "Jesus Christ, Marsh! Why are you sneaking up on me? You scared the shit out of me!"

"Listen, Louis, I know you have your doubt but, it's true. Both of them are healthy and alive. Yes, they fell dead right in front of you but, there is something you are missing, you seem to have forgotten that Magaritha was there with them. The Almighty Magaritha knew that the two of them were important to her cause and therefore, used a forbidden magic practice to bring them back to life. I know that what I just told you now, sounded like a fairy tale but, bear it in my that I speak nothing but the truth." "I believe you, I know what Magaritha is capable of. I know she will not stop at nothing if she is determined to accomplish her goals, maybe that was what happened back there." "The earli

We still grab a meal together from time to time. Among the four of us, the oldest, Edgar Maguire, was unassuming and kind. He always looked out for us, and we treated him like an older brother. He came from a village and was an orphan that the whole community helped raise. He studied hard, and whenever he had time, he took on part-time jobs to save up for tuition and living expenses. When we were interning, he was the first to land an offer. But the good times didn't last. Three days ago, Edgar was murdered in his apartment. The killer still hasn't been found.

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."

"We need to help! We are going to hell, where does Roosevelt live isn't it hell? Magnus was throwing questions at me like I was some G****e, rapid-fire, desperate, each one a hammer blow to my skull. My head was splitting, Micha was yelling, gripping Zaki's cloth like he could shake answers out of him. Zaki was sad, broken. I was going mad, rage and panic tearing through my veins. Magnus took over before I could control him and he said, voice like a storm, "Silence!" The room quieted down. The shouting died. Even my heartbeat sounded too loud. Magnus’ voice rang through the room, cold and sharp, "The living book told Levi and Micha not to search for Erin that she would be safe but I don't be

His eyes still on mine, observing me like I’m his case to solve. “Whoever fucked you up this bad I want a one-on-one session with,” he grumbles, turning away from just as our secretary waltzes in with a tray of drinks. Maggie Quinn looks like sunflowers and sunshine. She’s bright and happy — a nice contrast to my gloomy and cynical. Her eyes land on me then Darius, bouncing back and forth between us. “Trouble in paradise?” she hazards a guess. He smirks, eyeing her. “Can’t have trouble in paradise when we never reached paradise.”