Maggie Esmerelda Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“What’s that?” Maggie’s hand trembled as she reached for a photo from her bag. It was an old, worn picture of a woman holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. She handed it to Elizabeth with shaking fingers. “That’s me,” Maggie said, her voice breaking. “And that… is you.” Elizabeth stared at the photo. Her lips parted slightly. "I don’t understand."

“Distinguished council members,” Maggie said with a sweeping arm motion, “may I present to you, Mage Harlow Nightingale from Montana.” She made a little curtsey as she flipped her arm around in my direction. I felt a little bit like a princess being introduced to the king and queen of a neighboring kingdom, only there were five pairs of eyes staring at me from across the way.

I said to her, and with that, she walked into the water till the water reached her waist. “Melvadas Chelis Almedro,” Maggie chanted as she spread her hands wide apart and her eye orbs glowed gold before her mom’s canoe caught fire. Then a heavy wind began to blow as Mag began to glow brightly. After a while, it stopped and she walked back to us. I gave her a reassuring hug and something felt different about her now. Her aura exuded power. I could feel her magic now. She was no ordinary werewolf anymore. She was now an Elder.

She interrupted him and turned back to me, smiling sweetly. "Hello, dear, I'm Maggie but my close people call me Maggs. And of course, I give you full permission to call me Maggs as well because you're so beautiful and I think I've seen you in papers so you're beautiful and a celebrity. I'm the owner of this place so from today onwards whenever you come here, I'll serve you personally and you'll have a special discount as well. And if you need t-"

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.

Better safe than sorry. Emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I find Maggie mid-monologue about her ruined future. “Maggie,” I interrupt, “you’re not losing your job. I promise.” She pauses, finally noticing me. Her wide eyes scan my face and outfit as I slip on an off-shoulder cream gown with a slit running from the lap down. Matching it with pale blue heels, I accessorize with my butterfly bracelet from Damien and a crescent moon necklace. Maggie sighs in relief when all was done, her panic replaced by a radiant smile.

Mj stepped forward and offered her hand to the apprehensive woman. Instead of shaking hands the woman peered down at Mj’s palm and then up at her face, “you ain't from around here hu?” She said flatly and Mj pulled her hand back and wiped it on her pants before shrugging. “Nope, just came to help find your lost lambs” she quipped and was met with an amused smile. The petite dirty blonde jerked her chin in Mj’s direction, “names Maggie,” she croaked and Mj bowed her head slightly, “Mj,” she answered and Maggie turned around, motioning for her to follow, “you come in, tell the little pigs you brought they are not welcome and if they have a problem with that they can take it up with the Alpha,

"Yes. I've heard of these people. They say magic rumours around these lands and not any ordinary person goes through here." "People hate what they fear. This land is owned by your late father and it's ran by a lady who goes by the name Maggot Cicero. Though she only met with your father and not with anyone else." "What are we to see around these lands then?" "Your welcome. My name is Janet " greeted a young lady who approached us anonymously. "The mistress is ready to have a word with you miss Lyle." She said having me worried to my feet for the fact that she knew who I was and named me out with my title.