Elfen Lied Mayu Novels & Stories

In the memory, Mayu said in her fading voice — “Can you bring fresh flowers to my grave every spring? Bring me maple leaves in autumn, please. If you can, please remove the snow from my grave in winters and just for a second, stand with an umbrella over my grave when it rains. Can you do this for me? It will really make me very happy and a little less lonely. I have heard graves are dark, cold and lonely. Please don’t forget me. Even if everyone forgets me, can you remember me as long as you live? Can you please keep me alive in you?”

"Ella, I got lost looking for the moonpetal blossom, out in the valley west of the Moonsong lands. You know this terrain. Come get me, quick." My chest tightened on instinct. Then a sweet, girlish voice came through, clear as day. "Warren, let's make a bet. How long do you think it'll take her to get here? I say two hours." It was Maya. "I say one. She values me more than her own life. The second she hears I got lost in the mountains for her, she'll come flying." "All right, and if you win." Maya's voice dropped into something suggestive. "I'll agree to anything you ask. No conditions."

Her back arched off the bed, a small, pained whimper escaping her lips. ​"Julian, stop! You're hurting her!" Elara reached for me, but I didn't let go. I couldn't. ​Come back, little wolf, I whispered into the bond. The woods are cold, but the hearth is warm. Come home. ​The grey in Maya’s eyes began to swirl. It churned like a stormy sea, deeper and deeper, until the ash was gone. In its place was a brilliant, liquid gold. ​She let out a long, shuddering breath and her eyes focused. She looked at me. Not at a stranger. Not at a King. She looked at the man holding her heart.

Emma asked, almost laughing in scorn, at the impossibility of the tale. "You see..this forest is quite enchanted. " Maya replied, starting to unveil a partly true tale. "And one of its features is that words echo around here. That's why I was able to hear your words. I had thought you were trying to make a convo with me." She said, with a shrug, stopping herself from beating her chest. She should get an award in lying. "You expect me to believe that?" Emma asked, laughing out loud. " Maya, you really expect me to believe that? I'm not a kid." She stated, wiping lone tears off her eyes.

I heard Elena's voice as I listened intently, and I darted forward only to be flung backwards, yet again. “Elena!” “Allow me, Aiden.” Maya's cool hand nudged me sideways, and she lifted her oval-shaped face in the air. Her shoulder-length hair fell backwards, and she shut her brown eyes. She began to chant and for a few minutes; I thought it was futile as I saw blood dripping down from her nostril. I tried to shake her out of it but was flung sideways. This time, she did it, and not the barrier. “Aiden, let her do her thing!” Ellen chews on her bottom lip, and she often did that whenever she was nervous.

Elosie said to Alex. “Okay then, I’ll tell Maya to come over now,” Alex said. “Maya,” Alex called through the link. “What? I’m still sleepy, try waking me up later,” Maya said weakly as she just woke up. “This is important, Elosie needs to speak with you she was visited by the moon goddess last night and she gave her some guidance concerning the war, come fast,” Alex told her. “What okay, I would be there in fifteen minutes,” Maya said all traces of sleep gone.

“You’re glowing again.” ⸻ Elara glanced at her, a small smile forming. “Is that your way of saying I look good?” Maya smirked. “It’s my way of saying someone is finally seeing what I’ve been seeing.” ⸻ Elara shook her head slightly, but the smile lingered. ⸻ “Come on,” Maya added. “Let’s get out. You’ve been cooped up too long.” ⸻ Elara hesitated. Then nodded. ⸻

I pleased with all seriousness. "Yeah, whatever. To me, you remain Luna. Luna Elara. That sounds Royalty, my Queen" Maya gestured and bowed. I then smacked her shoulder and laughed it off.

He smiled back and somehow I felt that I was able to convey what I wanted to convey. “Tala, look,” Maya said softly, peering outside. I also peeked, but the only thing I could see was a vast ocean. I remembered what Aunt Kyndra had said before, that only werewolves could see the island. I glanced at Maya, who seemed to see it too. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised, because Maya was the Moon Goddess. She has the spell. “What do you see?” I asked. “A crescent-shaped island,” said Shaun. “The paradise.”

Before Andreza can finish her sentence, Maya interrupts her with an enigmatic smile: “Prata.” A grimace of irritation crosses Andreza's face, but she decides not to dwell on it: “Come on, Maya. Everyone in the supernatural world has heard the story of the fallen wizard.” Maya lets out an initial, almost dismissive laugh. The legend of the fallen wizard and the wolf Prata had always been told as a dark fairy tale, passed down from generation to generation among supernatural beings. However, upon noticing the seriousness in Andreza's eyes, she controls herself, her expression becoming more attentive.