Mc Vagabond Novels & Stories

She packed up her few belongings, said goodbye to the few friends she had made in town, and hit the road. It was a long drive, but Maggie didn't mind. She watched the miles roll by, the desert landscape changing from brown to red to orange. As she approached Vegas, she felt a sense of excitement building in her chest. The city was unlike anything she had ever seen. Bright lights and neon signs lit up the night sky, and the sounds of slot machines and music filled the air. It was overwhelming, but also exhilarating. Werewolves were also common and co existed with humans just like in New York. Maggie knew she wouldn’t have a hard time blending in.

He said and paused. “Put a man on Edgar too, just in case.” He said. Ryk nodded, and quickly turned to leave. Meanwhile In a town north of Moonclaw, Maggie slipped off a bus, her hands holding her bag, her eyes looking around the shadowed streets. “Keep moving,” she whispered, her voice shaking, as she hurried down an alley. She paused as she saw two figures standing in the middle of the road. She recognized that stance anywhere. It was Rory. Rory and Van gav.

Maggies pov The Belgrade safehouse was a fortress of paranoia, its concrete walls muffling the city’s restless hum as I adjusted my mask, my hazel eyes glinting in the laptop’s glow. My hair was hidden under a hood, my leather jacket creased from weeks on the run as Mara Klein, dodging Ethan’s assassins and Elijah’s hunt. The Oracle: the Circle of Nine, Victor Hartman’s shadowy order, had kept me alive, their shell company, Orion Ventures, funding my safehouses and ex-military guards. But hiding wasn’t enough. I’d framed Isabella for Lilian’s murder, leaked Ethan’s sextape, fed him her secrets, and released the exposé that burned Blackvale? all to dismantle the empire that had crushed my lif

I want her to embrace life, and laugh and love and dance to drum and bass, if that’s what makes her happy. I keep working on my spreadsheet. Just a few more hours to go. • • • VIOLET POV Maggie Connor is too drunk to listen to anything much I have to say, but when I tell her at eleven that I might make a move early she seems to hear that loud and clear. “NOOO!” she wails and grips my wrist for dear life. “I neeeeed you, bestie!” Like hell she does.

I whispered to her. She did not answer. But I felt something shift inside me. Not hope exactly. Resolve. Night had fallen completely by the time I went looking for Marco. I found him in the back loading dock—sitting on an overturned crate, cigarette glowing orange between his fingers, a half-empty bottle of cheap beer in his other hand. The smell of tobacco and stale hops hung thick in the air. He looked up as I approached. “Done for the day, scream queen?” I nodded. “I want to sleep.”

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

“Monster will have an ulterior motive; you mark my words. He always does. That boy has been ten steps ahead of everyone since I've known him. His brain is a strange thing.” “I heard that Mad Maggie,” the biker yelled up the stairs. “You were meant to!” she called back playfully. Turning back to me, she lowered her voice. “You are like my own granddaughter. All I want is for you to be safe and happy. And I am not sure dating someone right now is going to do that. Setting down roots here and building relationships is going to be tough for you with Cyber just around the corner.” “Cyber doesn't give two shits about me, Maggie. He has made that perfectly clear. He hasn't even said sorry.”

I’m get lost with Maggie and I don’t worry if I seemed vulnerable. I hate power play games, I’m a simple guy, straight, if I like someone, I’ll go to hell and dance with the devil for the person if I have to. But if someone screws with me, then the man goes really fast to the dark side and between man and beast I don’t always win that arm wrestle. Maggie tastes my chicken and cheese quesadillas and her the moans she lets out while eating make me horny in a indiscreet way… Fuck! This woman is going to drive me mad.

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

He smelled of urine and cheap whiskey, "What do you want?" "Have you seen a strange girl pass through here?" Warren asked. The bum took a long drink from the bottle. "I don't ask too many questions," The bum set the bottle down, "Strange, how?" Cyrus leaned close and held out a fifty-dollar bill, "Maybe this will jog your memory." The vagrant smiled, "You mean the scary monsters on the bikes?" "What happened?" Warren sensed something was off about the situation, "Archon, do you sense any magic on our new friend?"