All Chapters of Magma Reformed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Her transformation happened so fast that for a moment I couldn't tell where Magma ended, and her dragon began. After a light started to glow from her as she grew there is now a giant dragon in her place. She is the scarlet red color of the streaks in her hair. Around her face I can see patches of black that spread into all the black spikes down her back.As I stare at the beast in amazement I watch as her form lowers, and her eyes hold my gaze. It hasn't moved toward me while I looked it over from this distance and that has made me feel very safe. I take a few steps forward so I can get a closer look when its tail starts to wag. I pause in my steps for a moment, and it immediately stops the motion."Holy cow, Magma. You're beautiful" I say in earnest. I approach the face of the Dragon slowly as I watch its giant red cat like eyes blink. It terrified me that first day in the forest because it reminds me so much of what evil looks like. Howev

I sit on the couch in the lavish cabin I was brought to. There are so many things out of the norm here for a home in the woods that I am instantly uncomfortable. My father's phone has been ringing non-stop as he talks on it. My mother is sitting on her laptop as she types repeatedly. The Captain as well as one of his deputies waits outside to ensure I don't escape. They have the television on but as I look no one is even glancing at it. I grab the remote and turn it off not wanting the background noise. We have only been here for a few moments, and I am already itching in my skin to get out of here. I miss the quiet peace of being with Magma. As my thoughts flare to her I wonder how she is doing. I hope she hasn't begun to get cold yet. In my warm state I tug at the collar of the shirt my mother insisted that I put on. It was the last thing anyone has said to me since we entered this place. How are they going to get proof so I can leave. They would have to pretty convincingly fake

I sweat as I lie her on the bed. I toss once more on top of the covers as the heat in my body flares. My stomach sloshes with the amount of water I have drunk trying to stay cool. I rise from the bed in a rush to go into the bathroom. I flip on the shower and turn it to the coldest setting it can go. Quickly removing my pants I step under the spray and moan in pain against the water hitting my skin. I grit my teeth knowing that I need to stay in longer. My fist hits the wall in anger at having to go through this. The pain is unlike before and I feel as if thousands of needles poke at my skin. Tears fill my eyes with the pain, and I let the water wash them away. I should be with her. Only she can ease this feeling and this heat. I need her. As my legs get tired from standing under the spray I sit on the floor of the shower glaring at the wall. This is all their fault. My parents have never cared a crap about who I spent time around. They had only met Sophie once and suddenl

I have been tossing and turning for hours barely able to get any sleep. Even with having no clothing to cover an inch of my flesh, my skin is soaked with sweat. I rise from the bed knowing that resting is no longer an option. The rising sun has taken away the cool breeze in the night air even though it didn't do much. As I stand from the bed I look back at the grey comforter and see that my body is lined out atop it from the perspiration from my skin. The figure looks as if I tried to make a snow angel on the bed from how much I moved. I wipe the sweat from my tired eyes and head toward the bathroom. I turn on the shower to the coldest setting and step under the spray. I bellow against the pain of the water hitting my flesh. I jerk out from under the spray and watch as steam quickly fills the enclosure of the shower.It should be impossible to see any steam at all with the water set this low. As I think of the ramifications of what this means I know that I am truly in trouble. I stic

I gasp as I feel the heat on my sons arm. He feels so hot, and I pull my hand away. I decide to touch his forehead and his whole-body jerks. The fingertips that touched his forehead sting as if I have just been burned from how hot he is.I quickly rise from the bed and take the stairs as fast as I can. My husband raises his head from where he sits on the couch, and I meet the eyes of the lawyer that took a ride with us here. I had no idea that he was still in the area. "Hello Mr. Edwin" I greet trying to excuse my sudden interruption. "Is there something else that needed to be shared with us about our son?" I ask him.He exchanges a look with my husband and then clears his throat before answering. "No ma'am. I am just here to see how Michael would want to proceed if they are unable to provide proof" he says flickering his gaze between me and my husband."If you are making yourself some tea then would you make two cups for us also?" My husband ask as he interrupts me from questioning t