Lost Maguire Novel Novels & Stories

Amara and Gabriel stepped through the doorway. The silver light faded behind them. They found themselves inside a small wooden cabin. A fire crackled weakly in the hearth. Rain beat relentlessly against the roof. The air smelled of smoke, wet earth, and medicine. On a simple wooden bed... Lay Magnus. He looked frail. His once powerful frame had been reduced by illness. Every breath was a struggle. Beside him sat Michael. Younger. Broken. Holding his brother's hand.

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

The name just dropped out of her mouth before she could take it back. "Oh?" Grey tapped the name into his tablet. "Who is he and why did you think of him first?" "Listen, I don't think he—" "Shannon, we have to eliminate people as much as we target them, so give on this Maguire." She sighed. Damn her mouth, anyway. But then an image of Peter Maguire, skinny, with his weird haircut and his habit of chewing on pencils in meetings flashed into her brain. Could he be this vindictive?

I whispered again, wishing those words could truly bring comfort to the tiny life inside me. Before I knew it, my body had a total shutdown as sleep took me, I slumped to the ground, eyes getting closed against my will. “Maggie…..” “The whole moon priestess lineage dies, but you lives” “Maggara” I squinted my eyes open, the moonlight creeping in through the window. I groaned, bringing myself to a sitting position. “Maggie? Are you there?” It was Maverick's voice again but still, I didn't respond.

Maggie held up her hand in a gesture to signal him to stop where he was. “Stay where ya are,” she barked. “No one is going anywhere. Not just yet, anyway.” She looked directly at Tara. “I want ya to sit there and listen to me for a bit while I try to explain what’s been going on here. It’s a bit hard to understand, so I’ll take me time.” Tara reluctantly agreed and took the chair between Brandon and her dear friend. Maggie spoke of times of old with demons and witches and sorcerers; times in her country when people believed in the undead and of possession.

. You can head over whenever you're ready." Simple enough. Cathy thanked him and strode out of the office, her steps fueled by a potent mix of fury and heartache. Magnus had shattered her trust, and the shards felt like they were lodged in her chest, piercing her with every breath. Every step reminded her of what she'd lost. She practically ran across the yard, desperate to immerse herself in work and escape the relentless onslaught of memories. The library loomed ahead, promising solace among the shelves. Books didn't judge. Books didn't lie. Cathy yanked open the heavy wooden door, seeking refuge in the musty embrace of books. She needed to focus on anything else, or thoughts of Magnus wou

“Now do you understand!? Do you understand how it is hopeless for you!?” Magnus laughed. I had been running around the church while barely avoiding the explosions. It felt like my entire body had been pummeled. I had no idea how I could ever win a fight like this. I managed to reach the rest of the group. “How are we going to beat this guy?” Rowena asked. “I have no idea. What is he doing with that book exactly?” I asked.

This includes Declan Heisenberg, the man who inspired Margaux to devise her novel scheme. "What are you thinking, Margaux? Are you planning to seduce me?" Margaux was startled and found herself in the present because of Declan's voice. She returned her attention to the man who was still standing on her room's door frame. "How come you're still here when I thought you'd gone?" "I was about to say something, but you seem to be thinking about it deeply; what is the content of your wet dreams, is that me?" "You stupid man, get out of here!" the girl yells as the sharp intensity of the pain in the middle of both her thighs returns.

“I’m trying to read.” We sat in silence broken only by Coryfe’s movements, the crackle of flames and sizzle of roasting rabbit, and the occasional turn of a page. “So, what is more important than my changeling brother?” I asked him as I took the rabbit off the fire and divided it. “That justifies stealing me from the roadside?” He put the book back into his bag. “Magic power. Mine was stolen from me. I need to reclaim it before the month’s end, or it will be gone forever.”

She heaved a deep sigh as she put the documents down on the table. Morrigan's cold gaze darts towards the Prince Regent who is now crawling out of bed. But like Mathias, he could barely lift himself with how potent the drug Morrigan created just for the two of them. She leaned on the frame of a chair as she watches the Prince Regent crawling towards the door for his dear life. "Why struggle when everything will come to an end now." Morrigan wiped the dagger on her dress and held its hilt tightly as she lifts herself to stand upright. Looking below her, watching the Prince Regent mopping the floor as he helplessly crawls the cold floor. Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of