Mae From Night In The Woods Novels & Stories

“I didn’t ask for this, but I’m done being afraid of it.” “If I can rewrite Kaine, then maybe I can rewrite everything we’ve lost.” No one disagreed. Not this time. Mae didn’t even make it halfway across the room. She was walking toward the couch, slow and unsteady, when her body suddenly seized. Her eyes rolled back, and her knees gave out. “Damnit!” Lucien caught her just as she fell, lowering her to the floor with practiced speed. “Is this how that happens now?”

As werewolves they were very particular about him getting too close to humans, to avoid anyone from knowing the truth about him. As Nicole got out of bed, she decided to take a short walk inside the woods. Even though Henry warned her against leaving the cabin, her curiosity would not let her stay back. Just a few meters and she began feeling a bit weak and dizzy, she initially ignored it but soon her legs could barely sustain her body. She tripped over a log of wood and fell to the ground, hitting her head against a tree stump. In a moment, she had flashes of what seemed to be her memories but most confusing of all was that she could not recognise any of them.

Another said they had heard strange noises coming from the nearby woods. Sophia decided to investigate the woods, despite the danger of encountering the werewolf. She knew that time was of the essence, and that she needed to find clues before they were lost. As she entered the woods, she felt a sense of foreboding. The trees loomed over her like giants, casting long shadows across the forest floor. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. Sophia's instincts kicked in as she scanned the area for any signs of danger.

She was my major priority. One night, It was past 2am in the morning. A scream suddenly jolted me up from my bed. It was Makaila's scream. Thinking buglers had made their way into the house, I jumped out of my bed and rushed to the room she was staying. Buglers were not I'm her room but she was struggling on the bed, screaming for someone to let her go. She was sweating profusely. I rushed to her and shook her. "Makaila, wake up." I called. She opened her eyes with a start. Her chest was heaving and she was shivering. She looked at me, her eyes glassy with tears. Her hair clung to face because of the sweat.

MARCEL For a second, I was confused about why Mae’s voice echoed downstairs but when Elodie and Mae began to argue, something snapped in my head. Pain sliced through my head like a knife as the memories rushed in. Memories of me sending Mae out of my house, memories of me warning her to never show her face before me, memories of my wife and I being in Hawaii before Darius struck by kidnapping her, using wolfsbane on me and hitting my head till I lost consciousness.

When she got to the worn-down house, Maureen was already waiting on the porch, arms folded. “You’re just getting here? You took your sweet time,” she spat. “I came straight from work,” Aria said through clenched teeth. “What’s going on?” Maureen didn’t answer. She just pushed open the door. Inside, the house smelled like stale beer, sweat, and cheap cologne. Frank, Maureen’s unemployed boyfriend, was sprawled on the couch, face red and voice slurred. “Ariaaa!” he slurred. “My little breadwinner.”

the voice of madame Maureen came from behind as he made quick work of opening up her salon and walking inside. “good ma” Kira replies, turning to face the big woman with a straight face. In the two years she has been with working at her saloon, never for one day has Madame maureen come with anything worth her time, and kira had a feeling today wouldn’t be any different. “i need you to braid my hair” M.M says, while stepping past kira standing by the door, to go sit down on a chair inside. Looking at kira expectantly while slowly taking in the surprise on the young girl’s face.

I fumbled with my trousers, zipping them up and smoothing my shirt with trembling fingers. Norman walked to the door and pulled it open. Mae stood there, a wide, mischievous grin plastered across her face. She was holding a large tray laden with steaming coffee, fresh-baked cinnamon bread, and a bowl of fruit. Her eyes moved from Norman’s slightly rough hair to the couch, then back to him. "Good morning, Norman," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything... important?" I stepped into the doorway immediately, my face burning so hot I was surprised the room hadn't burst into flames. "You didn't interrupt a thing, Mae. I was just... I just stopped by