Maggie's Sister On The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“I rescued her from the Mad rogues years ago. She is like a sister to me. She manages the maids and keeps the household running well.” So that was why she moved to the front. Maggie was not a random pack member. She was someone who had become close to him. ‘We need to get rid of her,’ my wolf growled. I ignored her. I would not exile this woman just because she had a crush on Nolan. I stepped closer and held out my hand. “It is nice to meet you, Maggie.” Her eyes flicked to my hand, and she lifted hers in response, but she did not take mine. Instead, she angled her hand, so the bandage wrapped around her hand was hard to miss.

She folded her hands, jaw tight with brazen defiance. I wanted to argue, to slap her hard and scream in her face about how wicked she was, how evil she had always been, but something in me was still, so still, and Maggie was returning with a bottle of water balanced on a small tray. “Took you long enough.” She sighed and grabbed the bottle, twisting the cap with a pop. Margaret turned to leave, and I heard myself call out. “Actually, Maggie. I need you to do one more thing for my sister here.”

The contrast was just amazing. “You sure you want to do this sis?” Teagan’s dragon asked Mags. “More than ever.” Mags snorted and they looked back at the two men still being held down. The two sisters took the couple of steps needed to close the distance. Each sister picked up one of the men before looking at each other and smiling. “What are they doing?” Koa mumbled. “Evil genius plan?” Jax’s lycan questioned. “You guys like dragon blood?” Maggie asked the four figures now standing at their feet.

She yelled, but it fell on deaf ears since Dustin kept walking away, utterly ignoring her call. After Dustin left, there was an awkward silence between us four; no one wanted to break the silence as we remained standing. "Is she Dustin's sister? Why are they shouting?" After a few moments, my Mom asked. Maggie's gaze turned to my Mom's, and I could still feel fury in her eyes as she looked at her; I was expecting her to insult my Mom, and if she did, I would make sure she left here with a broken leg. It was a good thing she kept her cool in front of my Mom; good for her, or else I would have really beaten her up, and even if Jessica had helped her, my neighbors would not let me down.

Maggie pressed, her concern evident in her tone. "She isn't a real ghost," I said awkwardly, knowing my explanation might not make much sense. "Her soul was trapped by her ex-brother-in-law or something. She has never harmed anyone. Now let's go," I urged, gesturing for Maggie and Elizabeth to each grab a baby and follow me outside. "The Alphas said she drove the men crazy, forcing them to kill themselves," Elizabeth quietly added, her voice filled with apprehension. "Those men were there for... bad reasons. That's why she harmed them," I retorted, trying to reassure them as we walked towards the rainforest, which would lead us to the old pack house.

“ANSWER ME! WHAT do you want?” Misha screamed again at her phone when the person on the other line remained quiet. “Is this Misha?” asked the female voice from the other line. “Yes,” she said, her voice voice a tad lower this time but still tense, “What do you want?” “What is happening?” Misha’s eyebrows both rose. “You are what is happening?” “Misha, this is Maggie.” “Yes, I know you—what?” “This is Maggie. I’m using my sister’s cell phone because my I lost my cell phone.”

I nodded and left the council hall with the agreement. When I returned to our territory, I was greeted by the sight of Cole helping Mae out of the car. Naveah and Caspian followed behind her, their little faces tight with worry. "Mae, you just recovered; you need to walk slowly. Be careful, there's a rock ahead." Tears sprang to my eyes the moment I saw Mae, and I could barely hold back the hatred surging inside me. She was the one who had killed my only younger sister!

The streetlights flashed across the windshield as the car moved through the quiet roads. Grace suddenly turned toward Johnny. “So,” she said teasingly. Johnny glanced at her. “Yes?” “You broke my sister’s heart too?” Johnny laughed. “Come on.” Grace folded her arms. “I’m serious.” Johnny shook his head. “Your sister did the breaking.” Grace stared at him for a moment. Then they both burst out laughing. Johnny wiped his eyes. “Trust me,” he said. “Your sister was the one who walked away.” Grace smiled softly. “I believe you.”

His words hit my chest like a physical blow. But if a family has no love or respect left, can it still be called famiglia? My mind drifted uncontrollably to my late sister, Seraphina. I knew that Seraphina and Horton had been considered a perfect match since childhood. They shared the same cold intelligence, the same hunger for power. They had fought side by side in this brutal underworld since they were young, and they forged a deep bond. My sister had always been the dazzling, brilliant daughter of a mafia family, while I was always in her shadow. Few people even remembered the Rossi family had a younger daughter.

She tossed aside her towel and struggled to her feet, putting on a limp as she looked down at me. “You’re my sister. If you just ask me nicely, what wouldn’t I give you? It’s just the lead role.” She could stand with ease, while my leg throbbed so badly that I couldn’t move at all. Something in me snapped. I wrapped the towel around my wrist, braced myself against the mirror, and slowly pushed myself up. Then I swung my hand hard across her face.