Maeve Glass Novels & Stories

I responded before hanging up. Turning back to face Maeve, she was standing in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. Her dark brown hair was like strands of lustrous glass and I watched as she dabbed a red lipstick on. It’s a good thing I asked the maids to fill the room up with feminine products and a good thing I did a little more research on the things she loved. The sound of my phone ringing jolted me out of my thoughts, it was Levi. I answered the call and Levi had only nine words for me.

“She really was. Very supportive energy.” Raiyan looked at Mei. “You both are drunk.” Mei drew herself up, swaying only slightly like a tree in a light breeze. “I am not drunk. I am... experiencing the world with 4K resolution.” “That’s drunk.” “Okay but like—” Zoya held up one finger, “—from where I’m standing? This is just Tuesday with better lighting.” She gestured vaguely at the street. “Try it. Live. Eat a cigarette butt. The pigeon did and she was thriving.”

He disappeared moments later. She noticed that these glass slabs looked a bit different. They were dark blue as compared to the transparent white ones she had always traveled in. unable to resist the curiosity, she asked, Why were the glass slabs blue?” “ That is because Mr. Ben is an immortal. The secure glass passageways that are reserved especially for immortals are color-coded dark blue, madam.” She had still not lifted her head. “ Is there a problem, Naira?” “ No, madam.”

My head spun trying to track our route. Finally, we entered the throne room. It was vast and terrible. The ceiling showed the cosmos, actual stars wheeling overhead. The floor was polished black glass that reflected everything except us, as if we didn't truly exist here. And on the throne made of living starlight sat Queen Maeve. She was beautiful the way a blade is beautiful, perfect and deadly and cold. Her skin shimmered with iridescent light. Her eyes were completely silver, no pupils, just swirling mercury. Power radiated from her in waves that made my bones ache.

"Invite her" Maxi held out a small, oval-shaped transparent glass to Anthea, which was filled with a beautiful, ocean-blue liquid. "Thanks. I invite you" Anthea took the glass from Maxi's hand. I don't know where in the cellar with hundreds of oak barrels, he can find a glass that fits like that. It is possible that while, with her eyes closed in contemplation, Maxi prepared these two glasses. "Edge" At Anthea's surprised gaze, Maxi showed a cheerful smile.

Date = 12 November I had a great start to the day. Now to finish it off with a bang! Place = San Francisco (Inferno) At my brothers’ club, of course. POV - Melaena “So,” Kiara says, studying me with those big, knowing eyes that miss absolutely nothing, “what’s your problem?” I don’t answer right away. Instead, I look down through the ‘magic’ glass, as we call it — huge glass panes that can switch from normal to one-way glass or frosted, depending on what you want. It separates the VIP area from the main clubbing area below.

The crystal whiskey glass in Declan's hand had shattered. Sharp shards of glass dug deep into his palm. Dark red blood mixed with the liquor, dripping from his knuckles and splashing onto the green felt of the table. The sight was shocking. But he seemed to feel no pain. He just stared at Maeve, his once-cold eyes now completely bloodshot. "What did you just say?" Maeve, still oblivious, was preening. "I said, I helped you get rid of that lowlife…"

He then handed him the plate of biscuits and they started eating "The glass of choice is an ancient possession Xavier. It is magical, mysterious. That is why it is extraordinary meaning that it only cracks for a reason and after that it heals getting itself ready for its next ceremony. By the time we choose a betrothed for the next king, the glass of choice will be already in good shape." Xavier sipped on his tea his gaze shifting from Zuri to the glass of choice then back to him