Maeve Fanart Novels & Stories

The air shimmered like heat waves, and suddenly there was a presence in the room. A woman materialized. Impossibly beautiful, with features that hurt to look at directly. Pointed ears. Eyes like starlight. Power radiating from her in waves that made my wolf growl defensively. "Hello, Xavier," she said. Her voice sounded like music and breaking glass simultaneously. "I am Queen Maeve of the Fae realm. We need to talk about your Void problem." I'd called security before she finished speaking. Armed guards surrounded us within seconds, weapons trained on the intruder.

Chuckling, I turned to face her and was fully prepared to offer some sort of reassurance, but any words I had planned to say stalled in my throat the moment I laid eyes upon her. Like something out of a dream, Maeve ran towards me, wearing a romantic sage-green sundress with a heart-shaped neckline that swept off her shoulders and puffed sleeves up to her elbows. The skirt flowed beautifully and gracefully around her knees with every step, making her look like an angel bounding through heaven’s meadows. Her long, black hair draped over her clavicle in loose, bouncing waves, much unlike her normally straight hair.

Gabriel saw the hickeys on her chest, neck, and back, and asked, “Do you plan on using makeup or concealer?” “Should I?” Maeve asked in return, he responded thoughtfully, “I think I like your natural beauty better.” “No makeup then,” Maeve Resolved. She decided from the moment he agreed to marry her again, to do whatever makes him happy. “In that case, you should wear this one to hide the hickey.” Gabriel chose a pair of blue jean trousers and a black turtleneck blouse. Maeve was about to take and wear it but thought to ask,

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.”

No one should know that I'm here other than a few of my demons, and they wouldn't knock. I got up from my chair, and when I opened the door I swear I stopped breathing. "Maeve? What ..... how ......" Maeve smiled softly, causing my heart to beat quicker. She really was a beautiful young woman. Her light blue eyes looked almost silver as I stared into them, and her light brown skin and blue hair made them sparkle even more. Of course, she was wearing the tightest pair of pants she could fit into with a low-cut tank top. If this is what I got as a reward for being a pawn in Julia's game, I was OK with that.

"Six minutes. Out." Beside the altar, bound in heavy star-metal manacles that suppressed her bloodline, Maeve leaned against a carved marble pillar. Her dark hair was tangled, her cheek bruised from her clash with Asher, but a cold, dark smirk played at the corners of her lips as she watched the continent fracturing on the holographic map.

He’s fought for the freedom of his people, and it shows. Then there’s Maeve. Witch-bear shifter hybrid. Loud, opinionated, and unfiltered. Tied to Hecate and Artio, the Celtic bear goddess. She’s not as skilled with weapons, but her magic is something else. She's the best at channeling our Throne powers—especially the heat blasts. Oh, yeah. We’ve got powers now. We can channel searing heat through our hands—hot enough to melt diamonds. We can lob those blasts like projectiles. We’ve got minor healing skills, teleportation over short distances, and a lot of raw energy humming under our skin.

Smith POV Maeve, a 30-year-old, petite and single. She is about 5' 5" without heels, wearing 4" stiletto heels. She is 5' 9". She is petite, her body is beautifully proportioned. In sunlight, her dark slightly curled hair strangely alternated in color between rich brown and vibrant chestnut. Her breasts are high and firm, not big enough to be affected by gravity, but the perfect size to occupy a man's hand. Her legs are long and slender, which gives her the appearance of being taller than her 5' 5" height. Her general expressions are good-natured and engaging, and admirable are the way her dark eyes light up when she speaks about anything she is passionate about. It is with reluctance about

"You. I need you." I was expecting that but my breath still hitched. "I can't. No." I managed to say. "Why? Is it because you're a Virgin?" Of course it's because I'm a Virgin! "I don't want to." "I'm a Demon Maeve. I basically smell lust and trust me I can grant you all of your sexual desires and leave you wanting more." His desk stops me from moving. "Meave....I love the name." he drawls playing with my hair. "Your hair is White again."

I can't wait to see what they're going to accomplish. Mav gently lays Avarie in her crib and kisses her forehead. My heart can't take the sweetness. He's the largest man I've ever met, yet he has the gentlest touch. I feel sorry for our daughter's mate because Mav will undoubtedly think he's not good enough. Kierra and Felix leave us alone while she tells him to keep his hands off her or she's going to hide somewhere, and he'll never find her. "I miss her even though I know she's right there," Mav says as he wraps his arms around me. Avarie has his dark brown hair and my teal eyes. Maybe some of the goddess powers are inside her, too.