Maeve Fanart Novels & Stories

Bella had a horrible sense of the world spinning on its head as she realized she must indeed be looking upon a Romano sibling, Mikhail's doppelganger no less, and damned if the little girl didn't look like herself with blonde hair. Making a quick decision that she hoped she wouldn't live to regret, she decided to take them back into the main village. After their wounds were tended and their nutritional needs met, Bella wanted some answers. Maeve opened her eyes to a place she thought looked almost like heaven. The ceiling was painted like the night sky and the walls were decorated in the theme of the forest, with wide hanging branches drawn by a skillful artist giving the illusion of being p

I laughed “although I’m not sure I’m any good.” “Well, I’ve never seen a female take Beta Dean on like that, and I’ve certainly never seen anyone hurt him before either.” She shrugged. Dean certainly didn’t look like I’d hurt him, either this girl was imagining things or Dean needs to increase his pain tolerance. “I’m Maeve.” She introduced herself as she pulled on a pair of light ripped jeans and a plain wire t-shirt, making her look even more tan. “Maia.” I responded, smiling at her.

I'm interested in seeing this girl's face and pick up the picture with growing curiosity. Maeve. Damn, she is beautiful. I've looked up the meaning behind names in my boredom, and Maeve means "intoxicating," which fits a girl with her face. I can't wait to rape her, make her scream, and cry. She will become my toy, only breathing for my satisfaction. "Ah, this looks like it could become fun." I tuck the photo into my pocket, finally standing up. "I will gather my things and prepare for traveling to that fishing village."

"Fine. What do you suggest we do instead?" Maeve leaned back against the couch like she’d been waiting for that question her whole life. A mischievous smile spread across her face. "Oh, I have plenty of ideas," she said. I narrowed my eyes immediately. "That tone already sounds dangerous." "It should," Tess muttered. "I don’t trust her." Maeve ignored us, tapping her finger thoughtfully against her chin like she was weighing her options. "We could start with something harmless," she said. "Face masks, snacks, maybe a little music…"

“To be honest, I enjoy the art of creating fragrances far more than making medicine.” “You know how to make perfumes?” Maeve looked genuinely surprised by the revelation. Elara nodded slowly. “That’s even better,” Maeve murmured, sounding pleased. “As soon as you’ve fully recovered, you’ll work with me. I’ll make you my assistant.” She paused before adding, “My name is Maeve Rothwell. From now on, you will be my niece. If you happen to run into someone who asks about your identity, your name is no longer Elara Moon.”

she roared and stabbed her sword on the ground and the whole club exploded consuming everyone inside along side with herself . at the back of the building Maeve walked out with purple fire all over her body ,it had no effect on her at all .as soon as she got distance away the fire on her body fades out , she leap up and shapeshifted in to a black raven and flew out of sight ..

Maeve broke the silence first. "So..." Nobody answered. She looked around the fire. "...Are we really going to spend three days together without knowing each other's names?" "We know the names," Selene muttered. "I meant the people." "I think she's right." Cassian smiled faintly. Maeve clapped once. "I'll go first." She tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "I'm Maeve Hollow…My family runs a healing lodge in the Eastern Valleys." She smiled at the flames. "When I was little...I used to cry every time someone got hurt."

One of the women moved closer, and then she said,” Great Lycan King, permit us to have a word with your most prized treasure, the future Luna Maeve. Maeve looked at the woman in awe, then her brows furrowed into a frown as she opened her mouth to speak, but I quickly cut in and said, ”You may speak,” “Thank you, Lycan King,” she said with a faint smile, while Maeve glared at me.

A man ruled too heavily by instinct will never see the bigger picture. Ten minutes later, my hut door opens again. This time without being kicked in. I glance over and find Maeve stepping inside. Her thick fur cloak covers her shoulders, though her face still looks exhausted after using the Forbidden Arts earlier. Her gray eyes sweep across the room filled with tubes and scattered parchment. “Well, this is unusual. The Princess actually came here alone without her personal guard dog,” I tease while grabbing a clean towel to wipe my hands. “I told Alaric I needed sleep before dinner,” Maeve replies while shutting the door tightly behind her. “There’s something I want to ask you. About the par

And even in class, he didn’t tap his pen or flex his fingers like he’d done the other time. He’d laughed with the guys, listened while the guys talked loudly and contributed sometimes, looking completely unbothered as usual. Which meant he’d be okay tonight. He’d be able to play normally without pain, and I wouldn’t have to wait for that screen. Right? The thought settled in my chest as I watched Maeve slip into her own jersey, which she’d apparently made to look like a fashion mayhem. And then ten minutes later, she’d constructed this look on my face with eyeliner and lipgloss so I’d look like what she called “a lady.”