Supernatural Maggie Novels & Stories

“No, it’s perfect, how it’s supposed to be.” We have breakfast talking, she told me about her family, her dead mother, the distant relationship with her father, the project of building an animal shelter, when Maggie refers to that subject, I keep imagining that she would freak out if she knew she saved my life and took care of me when I was transformed. If she one day knew that that agonizing wolf at her door was me, she would go running out the door saying I’m crazy. As if something clicked inside me, I look at her soft brown skin and I remember the taste of her nipples on the top of my mouth, the rich flavor of her thin threads of blood mixing with my saliva, when I licked her wound.

’’ I then said to her now relieved my best friend was not a monster but just trying to distract her, while in my mind I was now mindlinking Lesley, Chris, the Vampire King and Caspian on our next plan of action. ‘’As soon as I heard from one of my Lenoras Max that some Vampire prince had picked up some girl with a surname Maverick a relative of mine, I knew those leeches where up to something and I was right as you were a gift coper like me but your weak and heck you ran away as soon as you had the word danger.’’ She then said looking smug at me and I so wanted to wipe that smug look off from her face.

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

I didn't ask what job Max had been sent on and Jonas didn't offer any more information, although it was likely Zachary related. ******** Maggie: I can now say that cabin fever is a real thing. Jess: Going a bit stir crazy are you? Maggie: Oh yeah. If I'm not at work then I'm at the Manor. That's it. And wherever I am there is at least one other wolf with me. Josie: They just want to make sure you're safe. I still can't believe that this Zachary person turned out to be unstable. Jess: You're surprised that a male shifter went a little mad after being dumped by one of the very few female wolves out there? I mean, I've never actually had one stalk me but some of the guys I've turned down haven'

“How do you know that?” Rowan shrugs. “I’ve stumbled upon a few other supernaturals over the past year. A lot of them are surprisingly chatty. Especially after they figure out that I’m a vampire.” He shrugs his bony shoulders. “There’s this angel that works at the blood bank that gives me blood bags when he can. He’s pretty cool. Said that I reminded him of his kid. He even gave me a book on supernaturals.” He says as he rifles through a nearby bag and produces the book. “Here.” He tosses it to me before he turns back and begins to unfold blankets across the mattress. “I’m tired, man. You can stay if you want. Just don’t try anything funny.”

Sam asked, rather confused. "Don't worry, just a minute or two." Just then, our lookalikes came running from my home toward the direction we were in. Cool, isn't it. Seeing you standing infront of you. When they reached where we were they transformed back into their original forms, the three eyed creatures. Just like that, they vanished. "Cool, transmogrification!" Exclaimed Sam. "What can't you people do?" I asked Maya but she never responded, she just vanished in the thin air.

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

I was the changeling, I thought, dazed, as his words began to make sense. A siren changeling. My voice had magic. A different sort of magic to the sharp, bitter metallic tang of the mages. I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure.

I rubbed my temples and thought deeply about everything. "You can use your mana to detect a presence around you." He suggested. "Yeah… wait! How did you know about that?" I asked him because I didn't expect him to know about magic. "Well, my mate, my deceased mate, was a witch wolf. She had powers in her blood but still, she wasn't a great one. However, I learned a lot about witchcraft and other magical stuff from her. Only for a day, we found out what we missed in our bond but when we did, it was too late. She was gone…" Lance was depressed and I felt bad for him.

If I wasn't so terrified, the two might be comical to me, but right now, I just want answers. "We can't tell you everything, Fallon, but we will tell you what we know," Jeb says. Jeb moves his head quickly. His long hair moves swiftly over his shoulders. He taps his hand in the air and then claps. "Heads up," Jeb says. A book comes floating into the room and lands between us. "This is everything you need to know about your family, Fallon. Your beautiful mother, our sister, was a powerful witch. Your father was a hunter. Before you read any of this, know that there are supernatural beings that want you dead because of the sins of your father," Jeb says.