Walking Dead Maggie Died Novels & Stories

I asked Wesly. I was right, she was the source of his discomfort. He sighed heavily. "Maggie has some major trust issues," he tells me with a nod. "The Alpha who bought her and their mother killed her for trying to escape. That's how Maggie got away and wound up on the streets shooting up." I guess that explains a lot. I wouldn't trust any man either. "Is she clean now?" I asked, half hoping it was the drugs still affecting her.

"Time to go." "Sure," he says to me, but then he turned to Salem, "see you later, buddy." Max stood up and he and I headed for the exit. "And what did he tell you?" He wanted to know. "Well, she returned your body to the cemetery." "Really? Just like that? What did she want?" I couldn't tell him that Wanda did it because I thought there would be some way for Max to come back but his body was already dead. I couldn't. Max would be discouraged.

"Ethan, do you know how Mary died? That day, when Denise and I both fell from the balcony, you thought it was just us who were hurt, didn't you?" Her voice dropped, filled with venom. "But it wasn't just us. Mary had a heart attack, right there on the path you drove down to rush Denise to the hospital. You didn't even notice her—your own daughter, lying there, calling out for you. 'Dad, Dad.' But you were too busy with your precious Denise to hear her.

When I finally pushed past everyone surrounding Maggie's bed, I grabbed her hand. "Oh, Mags, I'm so sorry. I really, truly am, but you are back! Your beautiful, obnoxious self is really back to normal." I said through tears. "Melia." "Melia, honey." "Melia, honey, look at me." My mother cooed. I pulled my eyes away from my sister to look at my mom, who was on the other side of Maggie's bed. "Honey, Mrs. Wilson was only able to return Margot's body back to normal, but her mind is still stuck."

And I never thought I would be able to love anyone until Maggie came into my life. "I forgive you, Celine. Thank you for helping Maggie." I muttered. A smile marred her face, "Thank you, Kon, I know you two love each other. Take care of each other and I wish you both happiness." She let out. She started to gasp for breath afterwards. "Celine, Celine," Maggie called with tears rolling down her eyes. Celine took in a sharp breath and her eyes closed shut. Raising the back of my palm to Celine's neck, I felt no pulse, she was dead.

Aella did not say anything as they walked into Maggie's ward, but the bed was empty. Maggie was nowhere to be found. When Maggie woke up and realized that neither Aella nor Damien were present, she pressed the bell attached to her bed and a nurse walked in. "What do you need, ma'am?" The nurse asked. "Please have you seen my daughter and her husband?" Maggie asked weakly. "Ohh, yes, the doctor gave them a list of medications to get, so they left together to buy it" the nurse replied. "Ohh, please can you direct me to my son's ward?" Maggie asked again.

I had done what I had to do. Or not? “Sienna!” Margaret yelled, approaching at a brisk pace. “Maggie.” I hugged her tightly. We had not seen each other for a long time more than we were used to. Maggie was the only widow in the whole pack since wolves usually die in pairs. She was the strongest werewolf in the world. Her hair began to fill with gray, her eyes, always kind and were the color of the forest. Green and captivating. “I was so worried about you, my child.” She took my face in her soft hands, analyzing me. She acted like a mother to me from day one.

Jack reached for her hand and squeezed it with his, and they spent the rest of the reception talking with the people sitting at their table, drinking and eating. Later that night, when people started to leave, Maggie excused herself to go to the restroom before they leave too. She had a couple of glasses of champagne more than she should, and her bladder was protesting. After she relieved herself and washed her hands, she exited the restroom only to see Denis Wade standing in front of the lady's restroom. He saw Maggie and stumbled towards her, obviously drunk. "She told me you're dead. She told me you're dead." He kept repeating, his voice trembling mess. Maggie barely understood him and us

The night I almost died. Panic rises in my throat, but I force it down. I watch as Michael disappears inside. Minutes feel like hours. Then—he’s back. I open the door before he even reaches the car. "What is it? What did you find?" Michael slides into the seat, his face pale. "Elizabeth... Dr. Maggie is dead. A few days ago. Car accident." My world shudders. "It can’t be a coincidence," I murmur. Michael exhales. "I don’t think it is. Someone might know you’re alive."

Meghan fidgeted and groaned. "Oh great, she is waking up." Her eyes snapped open and then turned wide when she saw my face. "A...Adrian? What are you doing here?" She sat up and stared at me like she saw a ghost. "Everything is okay now, Maggie. I am taking you away from here. It's over." I reassured her. "Wait...but...Chase? Where is Chase?" I mumbled. I cringed as I remembered his body on the floor, pale and covered in blood. "He is dead, Maggie. Like I said. It's over and..."