Maeve Acotar Novels & Stories

Maeve was gliding toward me across the marble floor, looking absolutely stunning in a structural, floor-length gown of emerald satin that accentuated every curve of her body. Her blonde hair was pinned back in a flawless, sophisticated updo, and her eyes shone with an innocent, ecstatic light that made my stomach turn with a sudden, sharp jolt of guilt. She was completely oblivious to the absolute rot eating the Radov empire from the inside out. She knew nothing of the bleeding girl in the streets, nothing of the stock market massacre, nothing of the monster standing before her. "Maeve," I murmured, stepping forward to catch her hands. I allowed the old "Caleb Knight" charm to flood my featu

The lady’s body is unveiled and she faces my Alpha wolf. “I am the reason why Cora is the key to breaking you free, I know how desperate you are for it but the game will be played according to my rules.” “Your rules are unimportant right now, I’m going to do things my way.” All I can wonder is how they’re all connected in the past, Maeve shared a past relationship with Zane and is still obsessed with him. Maritsa despises Maeve and wants to eradicate her permanently, but how are the pieces joined together?

Damn it! “Nightwhisper magic is not ordinary energy. It is the manifestation of Maeve’s ancestral ego. They are trying to take over her body,” Dorian says. “Then do something! We have to bring her back!” Alaric snaps before looking at me again. “Princess Maeve, look into my eyes. You need to focus, remember? You are strong enough. You can fight them.” My teeth chatter violently as I fight against the Silver Woman taking over this body.

Taylon stood nearby, his jaw clenched in absolute agony, entirely torn between his duty to protect his pack and the desperate grief of his sister. "There might be another way, Your Highness." The soft, hesitant voice cut through the shouting. I turned to see Maeve standing near the stone steps of the keep. Beside her stood another young woman, clutching a bundle of dried herbs to her chest. She had messy auburn hair, dirt beneath her fingernails, and the quiet, observant eyes of someone who spent her entire life overlooked by the warrior class. "Speak, girl," Taylon commanded, though his icy blue eyes softened imperceptibly the moment they landed on Maeve.

I'm doomed. “Maeve…” I murmured but she flashed me a wink. Then used a spoon to dip some of the creamy sauce, pouring them on her thighs. I gasped. “What are you doing?” I mouthed, struggling to keep it together. “You said you didn't want this so you shouldn't be struggling.” A wicked smirk spread across Maeve’s cheeks as she pulled her T-shirt off, her erect nipples pointing at me. My cock became twice hardened. “Maeve stopp” my lips quivered as I tried to sound commanding like I would usually but it wasn't working because she paid no attention to me.

Maeve slapped his hand away and moved past him, her eyes locking onto the trembling girl on the mattress. The blonde looked up with glassy, blown-out eyes, her chest rising and falling fast. She was beautiful with thick curves, swollen pink lips, and cheeks flushed a deep, burning red from Cedric's rough treatment. She looked about twenty, her youthful innocence practically radiating off her. Suddenly, a heavy, throbbing heat pooled low in Maeve's stomach. Her mouth watered. She loved seeing pure things broken. She held the girl's terrified gaze for a moment, then looked over her shoulder at Cedric. "Finish what you started," Maeve ordered, dropping into the leather armchair in the corner an

"There used to be something in the center of the statue of the altar in Winter Forest. I could feel where it had been, I don't know, chipped away? There was a catch to the space, where the granite was sharp, and it shouldn't have been. It was no bigger than the tip of my thumb." "And you think whatever is missing from the altar is what Damian is after?" I was barely paying attention, my eyes focusing solely on the exposed skin of the back of her neck as she leaned forward over the map. I reached out, touching her neck with my fingertips, watching as the fine, white hair rose against her skin. "Maeve," I said softly, unable to stop myself, "I'm sorry." She looked over her shoulder, the light

Maeve tried to strike from behind, I ducked, swept her legs, then caught Fallon’s wrist before her claws grazed my shoulder. “You’re thinking too much,” I told her. “Stop trying to protect me and hit like you mean it. I want you to hit me. I don't care about anything that goes around. I want you to show me what you need to do.” She flushed. “You’re still healing…”

If I manage to succeed in chasing Arthur's spirit then nothing is going to stop me from k*lling Mia. "All you need to do is very simple. Here are the items you will be needing" I waved my hands in the air and certain things appeared on the floor. A completely black attire appeared which included a black long coat, a black hat, black gloves and black mask to cover his face and some other items I needed for the ritual. "When you go to set up these other items… it would be for your own best interest to wear these. Remember someone is always watching. Arthur's house might be empty but it's best we take no risks" I showed him some strongly scented flowers and locked jars which contained insects o

Oh no. “What’s a mate?” I asked, remembering the term he had used on me. Does it mean prostitute? For some reason, anger boiled in me and Davina noticed this causing her to look at me confused while she answered me. “A mate is your other half. A gift was given by the moon goddess to every supernatural being. Mostly werewolves. Your mate is your only lover and Andrè is mine.” She completed with a chirp and I could see the enchanted look in Andrè’s eyes like he was indeed taken away by her. She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise.