Supernatural Maggie Novels & Stories

We are working on getting rid of the diaper, but so far we’ve come to the agreement of one that can resemble underwear, and in which he can actually sit on the toilet with if he shows interest. “No, Mirage.. Eeew!” Liam shouts from the bathroom, and I pick Micha back up to see what is going on. Of all our three pups Mirage is by far the one who has shown the most powers. She has definitely inherited my magic, while both Micha and Layla have shown magic in different areas. Micha can move things with his mind or hands, heal small wounds and disappear from one place to another in a blink of an eye - which is what he did just before. Layla can communicate with animals, that one is pretty strong

"Or, what exactly can you do?" "First off, I can do magic. Secondly, I can perform a spell that lets me speak with the dead," Bobby said, his voice dropping. "The last time I tried it, I went so deep into the darkness that I almost didn't come back. Annabella had Daniel break the circle I'd made. He severed the connection to the spell. All I really remember is falling through endless darkness." He shuddered visibly. "Wow," I breathed, my mind reeling.

"We've felt the magic. You're trying to rip it out of us, but you're going to kill us in the process." She pales. "What's the matter, Gwen?" Melanie says. "Couldn't handle the competition of us having magic and you not? So, you decide to wipe out all supernaturals?" "Why would I do that?" She squares her shoulders. "My mom and dad are paranormals and as much as they irritate the crap out of me, I wouldn't kill them." "I think she's telling the truth, Brene," Kiarr says. "I don't have your stupid book and even if I did, I can't do a spell like that without magic."

I guess it's more of a triangle with just the three of us to fill it. I watch as Emma closes her eyes and inhales deeply. Maggie closes her eyes and begins chanting something in a foreign language I don't recognize. Her eyes start to flutter behind her thick glasses and just when I think things can't get any weirder, Maggie's eyes fly open and are completely white. She looks straight into my eyes down into the darkest parts of my soul. And screams.

Things were becoming too much for me to handle, too much to digest. I didn't want to believe this stranger, but I did. She knew about me far more than I did. “They once balanced the Alpha wars with spiritual healing and power” She revealed. Questions travelled around in my head, I parted my lips but words refused to come. I was so stunned, so confused that I couldn't talk. “The loss of one twin, the betrayal you've faced, and the survival of the hybrid child has awoken the gift in you, Maggie” She continued, a smile creeping up her face.

As she felt herself slipping away, she took comfort in the fact that her beloved Simon would be waiting for her on the other side… Their love would blossom once more. “Die, you miserable old fool,” Gwyneth spat. “Die! Save me the effort of destroying you myself!” When her spirit was finally free, she watched Gwyneth leave the boutique, silently, with a self-satisfied grin on her face, but where was Simon? Had he not come to meet her on her next journey? Was that not the promise he made to her on his deathbed? Maggie watched as her body began to transform. Grotesquely, only half of it did. Her mortal remains were a gruesome hybrid of human and wolf, but none of that mattered anymore. Her onl

“You sound very sure of yourself. What about the Omega he tortured and raped to death?” Maggie waves her hand around as if she’s trying to swat away an annoying fly. “A malicious lie. My sister is doing what all spirit wolves do in the end. That is all.” “Really?” I ask. “And what might that be?” “They turn bad.” Maggie shrugs. “They’re nothing more than pests that should be exterminated.” “Would you kill your sister for Easton?” Maggie’s eyes cloud over, and she shakes her head. “She is still my sister. I love her. She can’t help what she is.”

Maggie walked over to the side to check her make-up in the mirror, filling in her lips with lipstick as she asked her sisters around her, "Eh, do you remember that client Alice met the other day?" "Yeah, a rich old white guy, that bitch Alice was bragging to me about it for ages." The voluptuous Rita chimed in. She was a transsexual, the most popular siren in Super Buck three years ago, but now no one wants to touch her except for a few regulars, "What happened to the old man? What's wrong with that old man? He doesn't want her anymore? Hey Maggie, don't go!" "I'm going on stage, ask Sabina!" Maggie picked the curtain backstage and went out.

She probably saw my confusion and shrugged. “I'm Maggie, an actress on Broadway. They snatched me when I was having a smoke out by the theatre. Was still in costume, so just went with being the old hag. And I'm glad I did, considering rape and torture of the younger ladies seems to be the only thing those bastards can think of.” Maggie shook her head sadly. “Have you seen my friend? And why can't we shift? Any idea where we are?” There were just so many questions in my mind.

Lucas said with an appealing expression. “Maggie….She is witch.” Matt exposed. The other pack came to join them where they sat. “She is from the witch lineage, her grandfather was a wizard, her step mom was a witch and she is a witch mates. We don’t have anything…anything to do with witches mate. We are Rogue.” Matt emphasized. “Yeah Josh, Maggie is a witch.” Tommy concurred. “Just that she haven’t found her strength, I mean she’s got some potentials that she isn’t aware about. She is dangerous mate.” Matt added. The whole pack agreed.