Mage Errant Novels & Stories

Declan could only see annoyance and anger in Margaux's eyes when she looked at him. With rage, he yanked his phone from his pocket, but Lucifer called and he answered right away. "Luc?" "Mera's appearance, as well as her eyes and nose, match the woman you were looking for, but she isn't that woman, Mera's scanner and retina are far from the woman the night you came here to Muchàs Gràcias. "The outcome has been obtained. I sincerely apologize for mistaking Mera for her." "How come you didn't check on that right away so that—"

Zara rushed to Maggie’s side who had yet to move from the window, her backside resting against the desk. “Why didn’t you come to my room?! Did you not hear me calling you?” If only her friend knew what had happened moments ago. Well, nothing really did happen-- sort of, maybe? No. This was nothing to report on, especially when there was a fight between werewolves happening. Maggie was a human, someone of less importance. They might have put up with her at the pack, but they were dealing with more critical matters. “Sorry, I lost my phone, and I thought it was better to just remain in the pack house,” Maggie explained, frowning when she realised Arlo still had her phone and that she never got

Rick said instead, “Wait… there’s a misunderstanding… I’m a game critic, yes… But I specialize in pornographic games… cartoons. What did you see yesterday... they were part of a special edition promotion, and I was checking the translation to do a review.” Maggie blushed at misunderstanding the situation believing Rick’s words. She just sighed for air and then said, “Oh… you are critical of Eroges. I thought I had interrupted you in your moment of privacy.” Rick was feeling awkward as well. His face heated up from embarrassment before he replies, “Oh ... no, no... I’m just going through a rough patch and reviewing a lot of material that is all... sorry for misunderstandings.” Nodding, Maggie

I nodded and squeezed his arm. “ Maybe I am just imagining things “ he whispered. "Yeah, maybe" I replied, and my wolf scoffed in my head. "What is it, Ryker? " I didn't get the chance to hear his reply when the door busted open, making a loud banging noise. I wouldn’t be surprised if the hinges were broken. We all snapped our heads to a panting and breathless Maggie, who was a mess. Her hair was everywhere and she looked pale and panicky. She was frightened. I arched my brows in confusion.

The gentleman asked. "If S stands for Scum. Yeah, this is Margaux d' Scum. But I'm not a Mrs. You're knocking on the wrong door, sir. Excuse me." She didn't wait for the old man to finish talking and slam the door. She was about to walk back to the bed when the soft knocks resumed. Rolling her eyes, she pulled it open again. "Sir, as I said, you are knocking at the wrong door—"

Vladivostok! I took the rings from her, and after taking a few steps I dropped the ring on the table in front of me before trotting to her. I wrapped my hand around her waist pulling her closer, "we don't have to cut down cost Maggie. You are worth more than all the wealth I have and if giving them all is needed then I won't waste time to do that," I purred and then kissed her lips. She smiled. "I almost forgot. Merissa just arrived there is something she wants to speak to us about in regard to the engagement," Maggie said as she broke the kiss.

About me? "Excuse me! In my defense, I can't remember anything that happened to me here. So, forgive me if I can't remember you, Ms.?!" I stood straight in front of her, defending my honor... at least. I had no idea, but I thought I saw the image of my unknown mother in her. I felt scared a tad bit. The scary feeling of a disobedient son to his loving and strict mom. "Hmp! Apology accepted, Thorin. You even forgot my name. I am Magenta. You usually called me Mommy Maggie before, and you like raw meat a lot. You were a carnivore Thorin. You're very mischievous, too!"

"But you told me you used a dampening effect to stop whatever magic we were using from leaking." "Yes, I did." The mage sighed, "But did you see what you did? The magnitude of magic you conjured, and from the sky too? No! My dampening effect was not wide enough to cover that, I'm afraid." "But what is Rage even doing here in Tirria?" The mage shook his head and sighed. "My lady, you still have a lot to learn."

“Big day, huh?” Sage turned to see her friend and coworker, Maggie, leaning against the café’s doorframe, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Maggie had the hardened smile of someone who’d seen too much of life to be surprised by it anymore. Her greying hair was tied back with a bandana, and her apron bore coffee stains that refused to wash out. “Big day for vultures,” Sage muttered. “Say the word and I’ll toss sugar syrup on their fancy loafers,” Maggie offered, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Something strange and addictive rushed through me. “You need to stay here, Eila.” I stared at his half-open lips. Thoughts I didn’t want flooded my head as I lost my breath. I whispered in pain, “I know you feel it too, Marcus… You’re my mate.” I shook my head, not believing what I heard from my own mouth. He glared at me, deadly serious. “Stop spitting nonsense.” “You don’t believe me?” I shoved him hard enough to slip away, but before I reached the door, Marcus caught me, pinning me against the wall.