Maeve Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

I'd thought it was a symbol of his love for me, yet he'd secretly stolen the jewelry Mother had given me as a wedding gift and given it all to Camilla. Speak of the devil—Camilla showed up just as I was staring at the rock, and she saw me and Maurice standing together. Maurice headed straight to her like a faithful dog when he saw her. He pulled out a flawless green moonstone pendant from his sleeve and held it out before her. He said, "This pendant was blessed by the priests at Bliss Chapel, Cami. They can keep you safe. Your body is weak, and I'm sure keeping this with you at all times will slowly strengthen you."

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

There's no one who can do that anymore, I am so fed up with all the blame and jokes on me. "Then the prince has made up his mind, this is what we will follow." Alpha Zidian said before facing me. "May I know your name, beautiful lady?" He asked me. I smiled at him a little and bowed my head. "Analisse. Analisse Maeve, that's my name." I answered. "It's beautiful, but your name sounds familiar. Tell me, have we met before?" I didn't immediately answer what he asked, I just stared into his eyes. It seems that I have seen them before, is it true that we have met? But why can't I remember?

They knew that our parents had spoiled her past any turning point, but nobody said anything as they all stuck to the fact that she was a special child and deserved the treatment. Even though I still hadn't seen how exactly she was special, except special in doing bad things. She had made friends with the worst people in our pack that everyone avoided. They would vandalize and do bad things, but they were never punished because of Hazel. That only made her more proud and confident in her evil doings. "I'm serious. My name is Maeve." I could see their bodies calm down after a while of thinking about it. "We didn't know the Luna had a twin sister." The woman said.

My men left no stone unturned in unveiling her double life. A harsh laugh tore from me. Fuck. I laughed again. Then clapped the cigar between my lips. Maeve Ivanov, twenty-four years old, a struggling lawyer saddled with student loans, and a singer leading a double life in the shadowy underbelly of the city. How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility.

*** Obsidian pillars rose like black glass toward vaulted ceilings carved with ancient sigils—older than the current throne, older than the war, older even than the line of kings that had ruled before Victoria’s father. Torches burned low, their flames tinted faintly violet, reacting to the lingering surge of Raven’s power that still echoed through the castle. *** The throne itself remained empty. *** Raven did not sit. *** She stood at its base. *** Victoria at her side. *** Equal. *** Waiting. *** ### The First to Arrive The air shimmered softly— not tearing, not distorting— *parting.* *** Princess Lirael stepped through as if the forest itself had opened to let her pass.

I didn't expect Maeve. "You're all so dramatic," Maeve said, her voice cutting through the heavy tension of the room. She walked in, ignoring Noah’s low, warning growl. She held a tattered, yellowed document in her hand, the edges burnt, the Vaelor seal stamped in blood-red wax at the bottom. "Maeve, get out," Noah hissed, his eyes glowing. "I don’t know how you’re still in this house, but if you don't leave now—"

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

Using a disguise so good that everyone just saw what they expected to see? No. That was ridiculous. Kaelithra was the daughter of an Alpha Tyrant. Royalty, powerful, beautiful and deadly. Not some ugly hunchback living in a vampire kingdom. But still. The coincidence was interesting. "I'll think about it," Draevon said finally. "Think about it?" Miraeve pouted. "Come on, Drae. When have I ever asked you for a favor?" "Last week. You wanted me to burn down the Fae court because their queen insulted your hair. I did."

Her hair lifted in a wind that wasn’t there. Something moved in the glass. Not her. Not the room. Something just beyond the surface is leaning in. The same wrongness from her dorm. From the shadows that had thickened when she’d flared before. Something old. Patient. Watching. Her magic surged toward it like a tide. “No,” she gasped. She dropped to her knees. Pain ripped up her leg as she landed on the broken glass. Shard bit deep into her bare feet, into the skin beneath the robe’s hem. Warm wetness bloomed, soaking into the silk.