Maeve Rojas Novels & Stories

Shiloh took the hand. Gruvv invited the woman to sit down, now they were sitting in the garden near the big tree in front of the house. Ave had tea and snacks on the table. “I'm Maeve, the wife of Mateo Elnathan.” Shiloh was silent for a moment then nodded stiffly, “I am, Shiloh Rudapriya.”

Jane begged, shaking. “The bitch begs,” Maeve said, tilting her head. She has not lost control, she is very much in control, but the bitch in front of her was making her angry. She talked to her in that manner, was indifferent to the fact, she had just lost everything, and was grieving, she spoke to her so lowly. Maeve was angry and they could all feel it. Her aura was different. The air was icy and smelt like death as her eyes dig daggers into her brain.

Rosette rolled her eyes but the grin on her face was still visible. Aruba and Rosette exchange introductions and eventually get to know each other. “So your Leo did still love you after all these years then,” Roz stated while chewing some caramel popcorns. Rosette grabbed her snack. “Hey!” “Calm down, green-eyed. I just wanna have a handful of it.” “Now, now, that’s enough,” Thalia spoke. “We have to discuss of Maebh’s threat and her—” “Maebh may seem strong only because her biological mother is still there for her—to catch and defend her anytime, especially when failure falls to Maebh’s hands,” Aruba Lynn divulged.

And the one person with nothing to hide was stepping forward. Maeve Holloway moved through the crowd like a torch cutting through fog. She wore Runebound’s colors, deep indigo and silver. Straight-backed. Fire-eyed. A woman who had spent her winter break doing what no one else here had dared: digging through the filth Sampson left behind. “I won’t stay quiet,” she said without waiting for permission. “Not for your pride. Not in the name of Sampson. And not for the way I’ll be treated after this.”

"She's family now? Why didn't you lead with that?" "Obviously! Would a villain be sipping wine in my house?" "They might have killed you first y'know?" "Well she isn't, jeez! You won't give me a high blood pressure one of these days." He poured himself a drink. "Woah! I can't believe there's another female on the team!" Maeve was ecstatic. "Hi I'm Maeve, but you can just call me Mae." "Tequila." I extended a hand. "Sure, I love tequila but you can tell me your name first then I'd grab some tequila from the kitchen."

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.”

Biting her bottom lip nervously, she nevertheless continued. "Our papa is Santos Romano, he has three families, but mama says that's normal for some wolves. Onyx is eighteen, he's my older brother, and my protector, he is my protector and lives to keep me safe, and well, I'm Maeve and I can communicate with the dead and bring people back to life, Selene told me that I'm here to heal your mate."

Had they killed all the Omegas this time? He shoved open the training room door and then stopped in his tracks. There were injured and lifeless wolves all over the floor. Blood everywhere. Carnage. And right in the middle of it was the other half of him. The woman that the Moon Goddess had tied to him for better or worse. Ava. She was huge, black and beautiful. Blood dripped from her fangs, and her fur was soaked with it. She turned to face him and lowered her head. She showed her bloody fangs in a snarl that made the hair on his arms rise.

She was elegantly holding a glass of wine on her right hand while her other hand was folded in front of her chest. She was awfully pretty compared to the rest of the women in the group. Celeste Quintaña. The heiress of the Quinta Painting Industry. One of the most sought bachelorette in the country. "Maeve Miller is a strong, independent, beautiful and smart woman." She said as her eyes remained on the couple before she turned to the group of the jealousy filled ladies in front of her. "So what's not to like?" She asked with one of her brow rising as if asking a very obvious question.

roman tightened his grip on my hand until I let out a small wince and he released it. “i don’t think this is the right time for this” Xavier concluded just as Ace started down the stairs. My mother walked behind him followed by Diego. We all stood to acknowledge their presence. My mother was dressed in a long black gown and her face was covered with a black veil. She looked at me with an unreadable expression on her face as she came to where i stood.