Mag Garden Novels & Stories

Tyndale said. Lady Melo turned to him, clearly evoked by his words. "Pillage all the villages you want Tyndale but don't you dare come close to mine!" she answered back, her eight generals nodded in agreement. Flower Garden was a village created by Lady Melo, an all-female society constituted by slaves and mistreated women Lady Melo rounded up under her protection. She was the founder and chief of the village, starting off as a Flame of the Temple, a class under the monk in the Forgotten temples of south Angus. Fed up with male supremacy holding her down she sought a new path which led her to the Master Heads and now there she was, set to attack the capital.

I said the last part with a hint of joke, making Maggie chuckle. “That sounds like a plan. So I looked up the best boutique in Waning Moon Pack which we can shop for clothes and accessories from while you were asleep and I found just the boutique we need,” Maggie said and typed in the name of the boutique and street on the G****e map on her car's dashboard screen. “I can’t wait for all these to be over. Being in the same room with individuals you know that would do anything to watch you fall isn’t easy at all,” I whined.

Cindy said while her body wanted to twist. “Here we are,” Maggie intoned. “Your station.” “Thank you,” Cindy said and looked up at the station. “Wait,” Maggie said and grabbed her purse at the dashboard. She fished out a card there and handed it to Cindy. “Here’s the card of our agent, contact him if you’re serious in wanting to become a model.” Cindy’s face lit up. “Thank you,” she said and hugged Maggie. They watched Cindy happily get out of the car and walk towards the MRT station, and afterwards, Maggie made the car move again.

Tonight, I was going to our house. Later that evening, I waited in the shadows near the door, hidden just enough to go unnoticed but close enough to hear Mago’s footsteps approach. As he fumbled with his keys, I held my breath, anticipation coursing through me. The lock clicked, and in one fluid motion, Mago pushed the door open, stepping inside without glancing back. In that brief moment, before the door closed fully behind him, I slipped in silently, following his scent—a mix of expensive cologne and something unfamiliar, almost bitter—that filled the air.

“I remembered she told me that her pack was slaughtered days after they left.” “So Luna Christina was an Arctic Wolf. I didn't know that,” Maggie stated. “Did your mother possess any abilities?” Maggie's question caught me off guard. “I don't know what you mean,” I spoke truthfully. "Did her or her wolf ever do anything strange that you or any other person couldn't explain?" Maggie rephrased her question. I thought about it and remembered one particular incident. "Well, my father always marvelled at how my mother's garden was always blooming. The flowers she planted always grew, no matter whether that flower was in season or not.”

“Yes. That was the only way to make you step out. You seem to hide too much in your room. You've been here a few days already but I don't see you go about the pack..” Leah folded her arms. “What do you want, Maggie? You made me come out here with a false information.” “Walk with me,” Maggie said, ignoring the sharp tone. She turned and began walking down the stone path. Leah followed, her shoes clicking softly against the ground. They walked past the tall hedge, past the fountain where children played, and through a row of roses that filled the air with sweet scent. Maggie’s silence made Leah restless. Finally, Leah spoke. “So, this is your trick? To drag me around the pack house so I can ad

Jeremy hung up and stood, pausing only to shoot a quick text to Leah: “Going to Maggie’s. It’s about the bracelet.” Leah replied instantly. “Wait. I’ll come with you.” — — — At the Gallery The sun filtered through the glass roof of Maggie’s private art gallery, casting beams of gold onto the polished floors. Jeremy and Leah arrived at the same time, and Maggie met them at the entrance with a strange look in her eyes. A mix of fear and determination. She ushered them into the back room and locked the door behind them.

I said. "A piece of this garden in the new one," she said. "Not everything that happened here was bad. I want to carry something good with us." "Yes," I said. "We will plant roses." My phone buzzed. Kaden. I answered. "The piece is everywhere," he said. "Mara's piece. It is being picked up by national outlets. Margaret Varyn is trending in three countries." "Already," I said.

All the citizens of the Mid City were shocked to see the scene before them. 'Huh?' Master Magaera was flying in the sky above the Carter family's manor and thunderous anger filled him when he saw that he was too late for the large manor was as dead as it could be. There was no one there at all. It was obvious everyone had left. In a fit of rage, Master Magaera struck the gateway entrance and it instantly crumbled with a crash. His expression darkened at the thought that he came all the way for nothing.

A smile played on her lips as her eyes gleamed when she thought of her grandchildren. Alyssa frowned. “What are you thinking, Mother?” She rubbed her hands and looked at Trald, who laughed loudly understanding her intentions. “In that case I am going to stay for your wedding tomorrow!” Magda announced. Then she looked at Mizette and flicked her hand. The next moment the cage around her disappeared. Mizette lunged at her, but Magda flicked her hand again and she vanished. Trald got up with a surprise. “Oh don’t worry Trald, she is back in Averine!” Magda chuckled.