Mag Warrior Novels & Stories

I don’t know how to describe them, I’m not a fashion expert, but I can at least tell they match her blouse. 'Someone won’t be getting a job on the red carpet,' Matthan sniggers. I ignore him. “Right on time again. I’m Impressed,” Maggie compliments, not even turning her head to look at me, but no doubt she either scented or heard me coming. Maggie is fifty-six but looks late 30s if you ask me, and she’s incredibly slim, bordering on bony. She may not have muscles or curves, but I still wouldn’t want to take her on in a fight. I hear her father used to be a Beta in another pack and I just know that means she can kick all our asses.

Seeing him just be knocked onto his rear didn’t give me the satisfaction that I wanted. Stalking toward him, I had half a mind to just put an end to him. He might be a Dragon and a valuable one at that, but my Mate was currently unconscious and I only had him to blame. Crouching down next to him, I watched as he rubbed his jaw and even spit up a little blood.

I am not well endowed on the chest my breast being a B cup I do though know I have a banging body with my flat tummy flaring out hips and nice ass that I can't wait to bounce while i ride Mr Parker's dick. Hurrying out the house I leave my hair down its naturally wavy having a Brazilian mother and a Black father people can't really pin point my ethnicity I don't care to explain it to them my skin is dark toffee colour ,I have been told my eyes are hazel but change colour What I do know is that I am pretty how could Mr Parker resist this.

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.

“I once heard that from Brett. But what is a Mage?” “They are wizards who possess magic. But no matter how strong a Mage was, they couldn’t beat the werewolves. Because some of their magic doesn't work for us. That’s why, believing that werewolves should not co-exist with them, they allied with humans and tried to kill us. For werewolves, Mages were our first enemy second to humans. However, the strongest Alpha in the Holmes fell in love with a Mage and married her. When the Packs heard this, they kicked the Alpha out. The Alpha of the Wayne spared some of the pack and then, they made a second Holmes from the Wayne packs. That is for those Holmes members who stayed.”

He is currently the youngest wordweaver in Garou, he seems to be the only male in his family, adding to the fact that his father, the previous wordweaver just passed. Crescent signaled him to carry on. “Maggie, once a queen , now a puppet of greed. Betrayal's threads entwine her, darkness claims her heart.” He began as the courtroom filled with tension. "Queen Maggie, a visionary, shackled by power-hungry fools! Her actions, a desperate cry for justice, drowned in shadows." The defender counterattacks. “She broke a sacred rule, known to every supernatural, Maggie manipulated a wolf into killing a human professor,” Roy stated.

His hands clenched tightly behind him. Colfre swallowed the lump on his throat as he looks at the queen's eyes. "I want to be the strategist of this war, to bring victory back and offer it to Hymir, Your Majesty." Morrigan paced back and forth again. Scoffing on Colfre's reason to set out of war. It may be important for Hymir to have someone with great knowledge in the art of war to be their strategist and it was obvious that Colfre would be a fitting official to undertake this job. But she cannot let him go with his condition still not getting better. "We are not short of strategist, Colfre. You don't have to set out of war." Morrigan's voice weakens as she sees how Colfre could not look st

I had done what I had to do. Or not? “Sienna!” Margaret yelled, approaching at a brisk pace. “Maggie.” I hugged her tightly. We had not seen each other for a long time more than we were used to. Maggie was the only widow in the whole pack since wolves usually die in pairs. She was the strongest werewolf in the world. Her hair began to fill with gray, her eyes, always kind and were the color of the forest. Green and captivating. “I was so worried about you, my child.” She took my face in her soft hands, analyzing me. She acted like a mother to me from day one.

Maguire later sent two of his finest men to search for James and eliminate him just as Jason has ordered. Maguire was once a soldier.He was stripped of his rank when he mistakenly killed his boss during a war in Iraq.He and his boss were ambushed by some bandits on their way back from the war,he miscalculated and shot his boss thinking he was one of the bandits.He was later discharged from the army and was found on the street by Jason who promised to lend an helping hand if he can work for him.Maguire accepted Jason's offer and started working for him,although he's Jason's right hand man,Jason still use him to do some dirty jobs for him.

A couple days after the Rebel’s attempt at attacking, Magis, the werewolf King, came with a section of his Elite Werewolf Army. I greeted him with my mates. I couldn’t move around well anymore, so I was either carried or on bed rest. I had a wheelchair, but I preferred my mates carrying me, and loved to feel spoiled by them. We were in the formal sitting room when Den Leader Jargon came into the room to tell us that King Magis had come. I tried to stand for my old King, but my mates made sure I stayed laying down on the deep blue, velvet couch.