Mage Errant Novels & Stories

Maeve looked at Maggie and encouraged her to continue talking and from the look on Maeve’s face and the way she felt, I knew she had also given up hope. We both now just wanted to hear Maggie out for formalities sake because we thought we had already known what she was about to say. “She told me that as a goddess she isn’t allowed to interfere in her creation’s life but she was upset that an Elder altered the fate that she originally gave you both, So…” Maggie paused and looked at us all. An Elder was behind the one behind all these? “So…?” Khal and Damien curiously asked Maggie. Maeve and I both looked at our hands as we fidgeted with our fingers. Maeve just did that to hide the tears which

The staff member immediately complied, falling to her knees and saying, "I am sorry, sir." As the manager turned his attention to Margret, he was taken aback. He trembled as he muttered, "Mrs. Charlie." Daniel was visibly agitated and seemed to be on the verge of a headache. He balled up his fists in frustration and spoke in a low, cold tone, "Manager Sun, that's not Margret." Maggi nodded in agreement and added, "My aunt's name is Meg, not Margret." The manager looked embarrassed and apologized once more before offering to show them around the boutique.

She stopped eating when she realized Alice was looking at her. Alice said in a pleading tone, “I’m sorry, Maggie, I didn’t mean it. Zayden told me he fooled you guys after we arrived at Mauritius. How about I buy you a new limited Chanel bag? Will you forgive me if I do so?” “No.” “Then, what about two limited Chanel bags?” “Deal.”

“None. Cathy didn’t take her phone with her, she stormed out in a hurry. Ginny’s number isn’t going through either.” “Let’s look for them then. Are they familiar with the city?” “They are not. That’s what I’m worried about. Ptakallis can’t invade Ptakkagaris territory without getting hurt and there are a lot of Ptakkagaris in this area minus the Dark Storm pack.” “Former Dark Storm pack,” Maggie corrected. “If they get killed by any one of them there will be no repercussions.” Maggie was already walking out of the room. “Noah!” she called out.

I was a little afraid she might burn the school to the ground, but Maggie had left her in the care of Mage Jaye herself, so at least it would be the head of the council who would be responsible to make sure that everyone didn’t end up charred by the new charge. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with her,” I said to Maggie. “She is probably the strangest person I’ve ever met.” “Yeah, me, too,” she said. “And I’ve met a lot of people. She doesn’t really talk. She doesn’t let go of me, like ever. And whenever she gets upset, she flips out. I can’t tell if she is just a strange girl who happens to be a mage or if it’s because she’s a mage that she’s so strange. I don’t think it’s the latter. I mean, I’

But no matter how she cursed, Alaric did not dare to make even the slightest move. Only when Rowan stepped forward with a blade did she finally break. As blood spilled, Lydia's broken pleas and screams rang out. "No, I'm a transmigrator! I'm from the future! I can help all of you so much! I don't want to die..." His Majesty snorted and shook his head, before glancing at Alaric who stood stiffly in place. "So, this is what she used to bewitch you?"

Her body subconsciously straightened and her eyes constricted. ' B-boss!' It was Courtney calling! Maggie controlled her agitated heart, took a deep breath in and exhaled deeply before pressing on the green icon on the screen. " Hello" " What in the actual fuck is this news that I'm receiving Maggie!" Maggie was greeted with the subtle curse of her mistress, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This sudden boost of hope got Maggie to move fast through the nursery collecting all the things she could tie to each other and make some kind of rope, blankets, towels, sheets, Eric's onesie's… everything. Maggie started tying one thing to another, and she worked frantically for a few minutes, glancing around the room now and then. Carrier was there, in the corner, as usual, and she will use it to safely land Eric on the ground. A couple of minutes passed in silence, and just as Maggie thought how she was almost done and that she needed a couple more things just to be sure the length was good, her ears picked up some noise, and she froze on the spot.

She felt certain she had seen the handsome stranger before, perhaps in a society magazine or at some high-end event, but the memory remained just out of reach. ​Then, the true distraction arrived. The door to her small office swung open. Margo Osborne, her work friend, strutted in, her eyes positively brimming with the smug joy of a person holding forbidden knowledge. ​"Have you heard?" Margo asked, clearly thrilled to be the bearer of trending news that was, ironically, being ruthlessly shushed by the top bosses. The story was so sensitive it had already become a corporate crime for anyone in their organization to publish the details, which only made Margo's scoop more precious.