Maeve Acotar Novels & Stories

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

But remembering it at her current situation only made her feel regret and sadness. "Lia?" "Uh. His name is Damian" Amelia says as she snaps back to reality. Her head turns to the TV that was playing the news. It was about the top 10 CEOs of the year. Amelia's eyes widened as the top 1 CEO was shown. It was him, with his forest eyes that seem to be able to see through anything. It was her first. It was Damian. "Lia? What is it?" Tara asks and looks at the direction of Amelia's eyes.

“What makes you think this Sahara Dawson is Marael’s co-conspirator?” Mathias gives me a shrewd grin. “I remember the name from when Marael and I were together. Sahara was a good friend of Marael’s. According to my research, she was an ancient leader of another coven until one day her coven died ‘under mysterious circumstances,' and she disappeared soon after that. I’m pretty sure that she’s the one who gave Marael the Lazarus Tears and told her about the Potestatem Vitae Mortem.”

"Scarlett." ******

The false Maeve hissed low, stepping back as if she recognized her power. Alia smiled faintly, her lips painted blood-red. “Did you think your trick could hold? Did you think he would not call me when the game grew too tangled?” Daston snarled, his silver eyes flashing. “You meddle where you do not belong, witch.” Her gaze cut to him like a blade. “I belong wherever Johan’s will takes me. And right now, it takes me here.” Her eyes landed on me, soft but sharp, peeling me open. “Maeve. Vessel of the Moon. You cannot fight a reflection. You can only destroy the mirror.”

"But worry not. I'll mention you and Juliet to her, and perhaps we can plan a visit sometime in the future." Maeve smiled. "Ah, we haven't introduced ourselves yet, have we? I'm Catrina," I said, reaching out my hand. Maeve gave me a handshake with her tiny hand. "I'm Maeve Lauder." "Oh yeah, you haven't met my friend. The one standing over there is Alpha Carlo Donovan." Maeve looked at Carlo briefly before returning her gaze to me, her expression filled with worry. "Don't worry, though he looks intimidating and grumpy, he's not."

he laughs. “So how about you Kate? Any dark secrets lurking in your history?” he asks. “I don’t think Amelie is a dark secret, Colby, she’s a gift from the Moon Goddess and thank the Goddess she has you as her dad,” I say. I then pause to think and realize I don’t have any dark secrets. I may have had some poor choices along the way but I don’t feel embarrassed about my history.

I walked to the center of the stage and accepted the microphone, then calmly swept my gaze across the hall. "Good afternoon, everyone. I am Stardust, creator of 'Moonfall on Leviathan.' And my real name is Maeve Rosethorn." The hall erupted in an uproar. Danika staggered back, looking ashen-faced, while Alder's thoughts hit me like a massive, crushing tidal wave. [Maeve is Stardust? How is that even possible? [The legendary, genius artist I spent six months trying to track down, who I was willing to pay any price to work with, was sleeping beside me this whole time!]

"Maeve, look." ​Maeve didn't look. She was staring at the horizon, her smile fixed and unmoving. "The sunset is beautiful today, isn't it?" ​"The flower," I pointed, my voice rising. "It’s bleeding." ​"It’s just the light, Aria," Maeve said, her voice sounding slightly distorted, as if she were speaking from the bottom of a well. "The sun plays tricks on the eyes. Stay here. Don't look at the shadows."

Caity tried speaking but burst out in tears. Amore looked at Caity, analyzing her… ‘This girl can not be from around here and from the look of her, she needs medical help. Ow, my head is killing me, my body aches everywhere, and I need sleep.’ Amore thought to herself. Amore closed her eyes then pressed her fingertips to her temples and started massaging them. Amore slowly opened her eyes.