Maeve Glass Novels & Stories

She grew up with nothing, and now he understands the queen. “You should listen to Astrid,” a soft voice said. Selene and Astrid looked up, and Maeve stood there in all her glory. They were shocked. How did she find them? How did she know she wasn’t dead? “Ma..aeve,” Selene stutters. Astrid stood up, standing in front of Selene in protection. Maeve looked at both of them, snapping her fingers, and the mirror broke into tiny pieces. She sighed, walking around the study.

“Each one is glazed by hand, using mineral-infused paints that are kiln-dried and weather-resistant. They’re durable enough for palace floors… or garden pathways.” Angela crouched slightly, running her gloved fingers over a peacock blue tile etched with gold vines. “This texture—it’s layered.” “Double-glazed technique. Preserves the color for over fifty years without fading. Something I picked up when we had an exchange student from Eloesa visit our town.” Angela smiled, genuinely impressed. “They look like they belong in a gallery.” Jessie chuckled nervously. “They belong anywhere people walk.” The Princess laughed lightly. “That’s a good answer.”

Her daintiness is a front, a cover for the beast that writhes beneath. She’s wearing a mask, but I’d know those eyes anywhere. I’ve seen them before–twice now–in person. The first time, she spilled boiling hot tea all over my stomach. The second, she’d been trying to hide herself in that grimy booth in that even grimier diner in Veiled Valley. Each time, those eyes gave her away. They’re the purest blue-green, like polished sea-glass plucked from crystalline, sparkling sand on a far off beach. Princess Maeve–soon to be Queen Maeve of Eastonia–turns her head ever so slightly, revealing the diadem resting on the top of her head, her hair woven through it to keep it place.

She took a few steps forward and stopped Elena, “Leave it. You might cut your hand. You can ask the servants to clean up later.” “It’ll be fine, Maia.” Elena picked up the pieces of glass and threw them into the trash can at the side, “You don’t come here often and yet I broke a wine glass in front of you. I hope you won’t tell Errol about this. He loved it.” Maia nodded, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell him about it.” “I was just having a taste of the Lamenting Raven. They’re going to be put on shelves soon. Here. You can have a taste of it too!”

It was bigger than expected and even when she was ready for anything, she felt a little nervous but it was not what she was thinking. Gabriel parted the curtains and Maeve smiled. “Is it an aquarium?” It was a very large glass filled with water and she could see different kinds of fish swimming. “I don’t know. I just wanted something that would take away boredom,” Gabriel revealed thoughtfully, wondering if it was a good idea. Maeve confirmed it for him. “It serves the purpose. I could watch them all day.” Gabriel smiled with satisfaction. He did it all for her so if she loved it, then he achieved his purpose.

“Since this was created by Sarah’s shifter magic rather than a more standard source of extreme heat, it appears to have taken on some of her magic. Because of these multicolored beams, I have been referring to it as prism glass, although I would be amenable to a different term.” “Prism glass,” I murmur, watching the rainbows dance and arc as Arnold turns the piece around. “Very cool,” Nash says. “So, we should bring it back with us?” “I don’t know how much there is,” Arnold says, pointing to the ground. The puddle isn’t round, but forms a sort of branching pattern. It was one of the smaller, thinner branches near the edge that Arnold snapped off to grab his piece. “We may not be able to haul

Zivon himself scanned his face in front of a digital panel… and shortly after, the door opened, allowing the duo in… Once they were inside, they passed by several areas that were made from some kind of glistening material… And though Xavia couldn’t see her reflection, she could tell that the material was somehow amplifying how bright it was inside this place. In the end, she couldn’t help but ask, “…What is this glassy material even made of…?” “Oh, those are diamonds.” Almost gagging in shock, the surprised woman replied, “D-diamonds?!” Was this institute that rich?! A single carat was expensive enough, yet this place…

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.”

She looked more closely at the cross now. The indigo blue glass was cut on one side, on the other side it had a smooth surface. The cut ran to a point in the middle of the four arms of the cross and broke the light in various rainbow tones. The little spots of color danced on her skin to the rhythm of the speeding car. Although it had neither a hole nor an eyelet, it looked as if it belonged to a piece of jewelry and Aurelia figured out that it might have come off an employee's necklace.

She reached under the counter and pulled out a small glass vial filled with a coarse, red-and-yellow dust. "Cayenne, crushed dried mustard, and ground ash-beetle shell," Maeve said, tapping the glass with her long fingernail. "Unstopper it and throw it right into his eyes if he gets within five feet. It won't kill him, but he won't be tracking anything by scent or sight for six hours. Twenty dollars." I handed over the last of my cash without hesitation, slipping the red vial into the inner pocket of my jacket, right next to my heart.