Maeve Fanart Novels & Stories

Himself. Maeve arrived every day around ten in the morning, carrying fresh coffee and the smile that could still calm his inner storms. She wore comfortable clothes—leggings, oversized shirts, her hair tied up messily—and settled into the leather couch in the control booth as if it were her second home. Sometimes she stayed silent, just watching. Other times, she softly sang along with him on the parts already recorded, offering melody or lyric suggestions with that sensitivity Zion had learned to value more than any professional critique.

Her Chesnut colored eyes seemed to sparkle from the flames of the fire that was burning in the hearth. After the first 15 minutes of small talk with Maeve, I knew she was someone I would want in my corner. Although short, her aura was fierce. A force to be reckoned with. It was no wonder why the Moon Goddess has mated her to Beta Drake. It took a special kind of woman to be married to the Beta. “So, is your Beta now running the pack?” She asked before sipping some of her rose’ wine that she had brought for us. I sipped my glass as well before nodding my head.

I said quietly back, “because I am.” Slowly, Maeve stepped forward. Not aggressively, just… weighted. Intent. She pushed her hand between us, fingers curled in as though she were holding something small and delicate. “I’m not going to lecture you,” she grated. “Trust me, I know when to keep my mouth shut about things that aren’t my business.” I raised an eyebrow. “Then what the hell are you doing?” Maeve unfurled her fingers. A rune glittered there on her palm, tiny and faceted with copper wire and black ink crisscrossing the flat silver sigil. Ancient magic, knotted and humming softly. Runed.

Her wounds were surprisingly taking time to heal themselves this time. "Just like my dearest sister, you will be simple to crush! The only saddening part is that I have to wait for the right time to do so but I promise you, my dear, I will make it sweet and easy for you!" Mauve happily hissed as she started to take delicate steps towards Amethyst. Along her way, she carefully picked up the huge knife and examined it with pure interest. A shadow flashed across her pale features that were partly painted by black paint on her eyes and lips.