Mc Vagabond Novels & Stories

“Just a stomach bag, Maggie, I’m fine. Could you get me something to drink? I’m going to lay down. Let me know if we need to hide because of the rogues.” She waves her hand dismissively, “I’m sure it’s fine, dear. You know the rogues keep trying, but the attacks never last long.” Right as she says that we receive a mass mind link from Maven, “Rogues are gone, everything is safe.” She gives me an ‘I told you so’ look and says, “Go upstairs, I’ll be right up.” I nod my head and trudge up the stairs and lie down in bed. Not even five minutes have gone by before Maven bursts through our door and says, “I came as quick as I could. Are you okay?”

Gage says, approaching Dakoda and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Alright, boys, I need my girl for a while," Mac says, and the girls walk away without saying another word. “So, how was it, bro?" Gage asks. “Good, after she made me watch that damn video." “Damn! She made you watch it?" Kasey exclaims. “Yes, and man, I would have kicked my own ass if I could." “Wow, I didn't realize I was so messed up. I didn't even know what was happening."

Gregg said firmly to his subordinates. "Yes sir! I'll go back to Country Z maybe she hasn't traveled to another place yet. Especially to the Mover City. For a teenager like her, much ideal to seek help from friends or teachers... I'll start from that circle first since in my investigations she doesn't have many friends since she was a bully victim. She's a castaway from then on..." Hanz stop from what he was about to say. "What? Because his father is a member of the most wanted organization in the country L and related to Margola?" Gregg was a bit annoyed with what he was about to say. Margola is the leader and the no. 1 most wanted drug dealer in Country L.

All Sigmas heads are shaved monthly to take away their beauty. “Come,” he held his hand out to me. As I took his hand, sparks shot through my entire body, and in that moment, I never wanted to let go. He led me outside. We were surrounded by woods. Many people surrounded the house. They were in deep discussion with each other. Along the outskirts of the small property, I could see tents set up, some merchant tents, others with couches and beds thrown in them. Rope lights hung from the trees and pathway lights lit up walking trails from one tent to the next. There was a huge firepit in the middle. It reminded me of a gypsy’s camp.

The glass left his fingers with a soft click on the table. And then, for the first time, he spoke. Just one sentence. “Sign it, or I’ll assume you prefer the alternative.” That voice. Low. Dry. Controlled like a razor held flat against skin. Not raised. Not angry. Just true. I didn’t ask what the alternative was. Because I already knew. There were worse things than marrying a monster. Like watching your brother bleed because you hesitated. I pressed the pen to paper. My signature came out small and tight. A little smear at the end where my hand trembled.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

We are the secret the world wants to remain hidden. For them I travel through fire and flame. I work beside their men but still apart. I am still treated as a freak and greeted with fear in their gaze. I have saved more people than all of them combined yet my station is never raised. I am a smoke jumper who loves her job. I revel in the heat and bask in the blaze. I have found my purpose and learned to live for it. As I fulfill the only duty I have in this world, I will forever be alone. My name befits my life and the path I have chosen to take. I am Magma.

And then, they broke up. For a brief moment, I let myself believe it could be my chance. But Mago changed after the breakup. He became someone else—someone who basked in attention, flirted with every girl who crossed his path. The quiet, introspective Mago I had admired faded away, replaced by someone who wore his charm like armor. He became like his bandmates—flashy, carefree, and a little too reckless with his affections.

Suddenly, we heard a distant roar and then I saw fire emitted from amidst the whirlwind. “Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking.” Steve gasped. “It’s exactly what we all have in our minds – Sage’s spirit animal.” Morgana ascertained. “But Sage is dead.” I stated the obvious fact just as the so called sprit animal came into full view with the whirlwind coming to an end. “You can just leave me to assume it now possess a mind of its own.” “Which could prove to be very dangerous.” Kate sighed. “You guys should leave. I’ll handle this.” Morgan said. I shook my head negatively.

Marky got nothing to do but to accept Zandro’s invitation, after spending some time with his Auntie Mae’s food house he immediately drove to Zandro’s villa. It was an hour’s drive from Hale University to the villa where he lives. The Villa only built on top of the hill, a big villa, the kind in which most bachelors have and dreamed of living secluded among trees on one of Moover City’s most exclusive streets, it had turrets, gables, dormers, balconies, a screened-in front porch, a free-standing garage, a gazebo, pool, formal gardens, an American dream.