Maeve Acotar Novels & Stories

“I need you safe. Please do this for me.” “Xander no. I’m a witch. We know that the witches are moving against the Guardians. No one else here can help you agianst them. You need me, Xander.” I grab his wrists, pleading with him. “You can’t defeat Levana, but I can.” “You don’t know that.” “I do,” I tell him. “She’s right, Xander. If she’s going to be your mate, you have to trust her. Maeve is the strongest witch I know. Our parents were ranked members in the coven before they left. Maeve knows what she’s doing,” Meadow says, supporting me.

The date got canceled and Ava seemed unapologetic about it. And now, it happened again. This time, she seemed to regret it more than the first one. Liam was rich, good-looking, cool, responsible and they seemed to share the same faith. He fitted into the shoes of her dream man She felt bad but what could she do? Perhaps, they weren’t meant to be, so she thought. She left her book and grabbed her sketch pad and a pencil and started drawing on it. When she was satisfied, she decided to sleep

It felt like his body was no longer his own as he walked to stand outside her ring. Every move she made wasn’t wasted, and it looked so effortless. Ava maintained control so easily that she would put most of the people at the Academy to shame. Her focus was entirely on the Omega. She fought as if she was made for it, as if she was some sort of warrior. A sexy warrior. Fuck. His teeth throbbed as the need to put his mark on her threatened to take him over.

His gaze shifted back to Aria. Her body was still, but the energy inside her was no longer quiet. It pulsed with an irregular, unstable rhythm that made the stones of the chamber vibrate. The air grew thick with the smell of ozone and ancient earth. The mage saw it and whispered in terror, “She’s turning. The suppression failed.” Ryan did not answer. He could feel the transition beginning. It was not stopping. Caleb moved closer, lowering his weapon as he watched the woman on the floor. “Ryan,” he said softly.

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

But I left. Fast. And the moment the door shut behind me, the façade cracked. My breaths came shallow, and my fingers trembled. Stronger than me. Stronger than any wolf I had ever touched. Not just powerful… Untouchable. “What the hell…?” I whispered. This wasn’t Xavier. This wasn’t Kai. This wasn’t even Lorenzo at his worst. This was something else entirely. Something I had not been prepared for. And for the first time in years…

But Vamara still needed her as a companion, and that was her saving grace. Their quiet moment was interrupted when Maeve stepped forward, clearing her throat softly to announce her presence. She glanced at Celeste before taking a seat. “Princess Maeve…” Celeste began, knowing she owed her much. Maeve looked out over the gazebo toward the beautiful park and sunset. “You may not remember me, Ayvoc, but I recall seeing you eight years ago at the Sorgale solstice ball. You wore a veil while accompanying your father.” She paused. “It’s strange, eight years later, to see how different life has become. You are no longer the princess and Ayvoc everyone adored and respected—but a mere slave.”

Chapter 10 — The Hawthornes Her mind was still frazzled from the conversation with her parents as she watched their limo leave the chapel grounds when she felt a hand wrap around her arm. She turned sharply and was met face to face with the woman she had seen inside at the front pews where Jaxon’s family was seated. A woman she realized was Naomi Hawthorne. World-renowned philanthropist, former Miss World, Miss USA, and famous pageant who once walked a runway with even more famous runway models just to raise money for a charity course.

she squeaks at the end. A witch? Another fucking witch? “What's the witch’s name?” Rich snarls at her. When she doesn’t immediately answer, Xander extends his claws into her neck, making her yelp. “Maeve. Maeve Cross.” “Did you know?” Rich snarls at her. “Did you know that she could feel it when we were intimate?”

she said again, swallowing, "This is a big deal, don't you see? It's A.C.E! The A.C.E that manages most of all the biggest celebrities, if I do well for the first three months, I would be given a permanent position, mi amor! We could make it bigger from there." She wanted to move closer to him and hold his hands, but something else reminded her of what a terrible idea that could be. It could end with a blow to her stomach or a kick to her ribs. Well, as long as it wasn't her face, she should be fine, she thought. But she held back and maintained her distance. "Don't lie to my face. I always knew this was a sham, now that you made it clearer, it's fine. I'd deal with it."