Maggie Esmerelda Novels & Stories

Alice nodded, her expression unreadable as she turned to Maggie. Maggie swallowed. "I’m Maggie. Half-witch, half-fae. My mother was gifted, but she—" She hesitated, looking away for a moment. "She never got to teach me. So, I guess…I’m here to figure out what she never got to show me."

"I will take care of the situation and you; get your ass back to the Crone." Maggie just turned tail and ran out of the room. I watched the entire exchange, not knowing what on earth was happening, but one thing I could understand, was that these people…witches, they needed me for something and they wanted me to be safe at the same time. They didn't want to start a war with Cameron's pack…then the only thing they could possibly be after…was my magic! Esmeralda turned back towards me, her face set in a small, comforting smile. But that smile no longer fooled me. No doubt I found her familiar when I first saw her! She looked very much like Maggie!

My eyes widened as she coughed out blood, her breathing unstable. “Ma'am. Are you okay?” Maggie asked, and then Elda lifted her gaze, her eyes landing on me. “You're……Red Blood Moon…..You carry his scent” She recognized me. “Elda….” I spoke. “I'm Elda Verran,” she said and Maggie held her, her head in her laps. She coughed, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. “Don't talk. We will get you treated” Maggie said. She shook her head, coughing blood once again. “No,” she was denying treatment. “Just listen,” she said.

She’s going to expose Miranda and send her back to wherever she came from, or even make sure she’s executed for sure this time, then she’ll be out of their lives for good! She’s thought of every possible solution, and there’s only one nearby she could think of. Her name is Maggie, a middle-aged omega who is rumored to have supernatural soothsaying abilities, as most of her fortunes came true. Magic is not a very commonly used entity around here, but if there’s any chance at exposing Miranda for the snake she truly is, then she’ll have a go at it. Now that she’s left the packhouse, the only problem she’ll be encountering is how to find the soothsayer, as from word of mouth, no one has heard f

Ella said as they walked out. "Do you think Primus could change after all he had done?" Elsa asked. "Anyone could change Elsa, If Maggie the one who believes been a villain is cool then Primus could be changed too." Ella said. " What do you mean by Maggie been a villain?" Elsa asked. " They didn't tell you, did they? Maggie was once one of the nightmares in this city, killed whoever stood on her way, whether wolves or humans, no one could stop her not even Sharon, Maggie once took everything we love, a friend of ours who stood up to stop her from assaulting some kids...everyone retreats their steps from her considered her as a threat but Sharon was trying all she could, right now Maggie is o

Must have come here after I left. “Hey guys.” “Thomas, you finally decided to join us.” “We were about to have fun without you.” “Well I’m here now.” “And not alone I see.” “Everyone, this is Emma. My childhood best friend.” “Hi.” “Hey. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maggie.” Maggie had long brown hair that curled at the end. I could tell by her tone and smile that she was an optimistic person. She likes to think positively. “And right there is Shawn.”

In preparing for the summer gathering we were putting together a spectacular show of our newly attained powers that was certain to please Grandfather. Maggie Toma, a feisty werecat my age, was working with me on a fire display. She had beautiful red wavy hair that fell to her shoulders surrounding a cherub's face. Pouty lips and big round dark eyes, she looked similar to her feline form. Maggie was a lioness when she shifted and in her human form, she was grace personified. The look of innocence was a facade that she exploited. She was a powerful werecat with numerous powers.

Maggie grumbled, looking at me in the mirror, “You don’t look like a chicken, don’t listen to him.” I sat there while Maggie carefully curled my hair and did my makeup, skillfully moving with the grace and precision of an artist. “You should be a makeup artist, Maggie.” I said as she applied false eyelashes. “I do this because I love you. And I want you to look drop-dead goregous. I want that bitch Queen to know who she’s messing with.” Maggie said knowingly. My face fell, and I pulled away, “Maggie… How do you know?” I whispered. She looked a little taken aback; she opened her mouth to reply just as someone knocked at the door, “It doesn’t take an idiot to know who killed your mom, Bella.”

There was probably something wrong with Rose’s ears because she thought that she just heard Wayne introduce her as his ‘serious girlfriend.’ Yup, she had probably heard wrong or misinterpreted what he said; because there was no way on earth she had heard right. “My name is Margaret Blackstone, but you can call me Maggie. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’ve been dying to see the woman who has stolen my son’s heart and he can’t stop talking about.” Maggie was beaming with that warm smile again.