Walking Dead Maggie Died Novels & Stories

Elsa cried out seeing Maggie's body on the ground with her ripped out throat. Sharon was in tears too, crying profusely and the rest of the team. Was Maggie really gone? Was this for real? Sarah walked away in tears and stood at the edge of a cliff. " Sarah?" Aiden called out in tears. Silva took a mini recorder beside Maggie and played it. Maggie's voice was heard from it. "I knew one day that we were going to let go of each other...." She said and coughed out. That means are was still able to record her last speech before dying.

It was as if he was certain that I was beside Maggie. Maggie sniffled, her indifferent voice tinged with sorrow and anguish. "She can still go back? Do you think you'll ever see her again in your lifetime, Arvin?" Her voice was filled with sadness and bitterness. "She's dead. By the time I arrived, she was already dead! "She was so fragile, lying in a pool of blood. I... Forget it. It's pointless to talk to someone heartless like you. It's completely futile." Maggie's hoarse voice gradually faded, with occasional quivers hinting at her inner grief.

In theory, I knew my wolf was right but it didn’t stop the sinking feeling in my stomach or the trembling of my hands as I burst out into the hallway and walked closer to Maggie’s room. “Do you understand the procedure?” I froze as the doctor’s clear voice carried to me. From the window, I could see into the room. Mother… Luna natalie stood beside Maggie’s bed. And Maggie… there were so many machines, my heart lurched. She looked frail… sick. Her head was shaved and she wore that ghastly hospital gown. “You’ll take her organs and give them to me. That… that means Amber will die?” My breath hitched. They were telling her about it? Maggie knew they’d kill me?

Maggie said with difficulty and I saw her hands on the steering wheel tighten. “ I don’t know how my mom did it, but the video disappeared from Patricia’s phone. But by then, it was already too late. Scott couldn’t face the fact that I would be in ruin if he didn’t have fuck Patricia even though he now had a mate. The next thing I heard was that he killed himself. He took some kind of poison harmful to werewolves. I couldn’t even attend his funeral Maeve,” Maggie said and began to sob. Wow!! That was a lot to take in. I began to pacify Maggie. She looked really vulnerable at this moment.

She nodded. Maggie clasped her hands. “Mom’s here for a funeral. Her step-sister.” Layla’s mouth parted slightly. “I’m so sorry.” “Thanks. It’s been a lot.” Maggie exhaled. “She’ll be in town three days. And yes, she wants to see Voss.” Voss rubbed his temple as if bracing for impact. Maggie continued gently, “She knows about Layla. I may have… mentioned you.” Voss stiffened. “Mags—”

“Stay awake. The healer is on the way.” Maggie smiled faintly. Her eyes began to flutter. “Come on, Maggie, stay with us,” Nolan said before standing up to wave over the healer. Maggie’s eyes closed. Her chest rose once more and then it did not rise again. “Maggie, Maggie wake up!” I wailed. Nolan pulled me up from the ground and held me and I let him. The healer arrived and knelt beside her, and I already knew there was nothing to be done. I turned into Nolan’s chest and cried. Nolan held me and I could tell from his trembling breaths that he was crying too.

I frowned and dug inside the pocket to feel cool metal against my fingertips, “Maggie, you didn’t.” “Alexander’s always prepared. So this time, I came prepared. Call it a mother’s intuition.” I pulled out the metal bracelet that I had given her as a kid. “Nothing in the rules about regifting, bitch.” Maggie raised her hand to the Queen, flipping her the bird. She laughed to herself before grunting, coughing up blood. “The barrier will be up in a few minutes, just try to make it till then.” Maggie said, grabbing my arm. “Maggie- I can’t leave you. You’ll die.” I glanced between her wound and her eyes. She was getting pale and her eyes were getting glassy. “Hey, hey, stay with me.” I shook her

“It scared the crap out of me and I just…ran.” “It’s not your fault.” Cameron placed his hand on my shoulder in support. “You were scared.” I nodded, fighting back the tears that I had been holding back for so long. “What’s going on, Maggie?” I turned to ask her. “She had died six years ago, right after my brother was born. I had never seen or felt her presence ever since…but today, when I saw her in that mirror…with blood dripping down her cheeks and she was reaching out as if to grab me…it felt like someone was there with me! Am I hallucinating?”

If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late! The call cut off, leaving only the cold beep in my ear. Then, my perfectly healthy heart twisted sharply, as if someone had grabbed it and wrung it out. Pain rolled through me until I doubled over. I clutched at my chest, and my mind was racing. My mom, Margaret Hale, had always been deeply spiritual. Claire grew up with her and ended up believing in spirits just as firmly. When Claire told me Mom had appeared in her dream, I thought it was just her missing Mom too much.

Maggie didn’t give any sign that she’d heard him. “Maggie,” the nurse said gently. “How you doing?” Maggie looked up, her eyes blank. “Honey? You with us?” No answer. Joe exchanged worried glances with the nurse. “Baby?” he said. Maggie started. “Talk to us, sweetness, OK? You here?” “Mom’s an organ donor,” Maggie said suddenly, startling the others. “Are any of hers viable? Even with the sepsis?” “Yes,” the doctor said quietly. “Some are, for sure. But we can’t do anything for a while, Maggie.”