Maeve Whalen Novels & Stories

I said absent-minded. Aunt Maya came in and shut the door gently behind her. She sat by my bedside. She was all dressed up for the ball. "The king sent a special invitation to your father and his household." Are you not coming dearest?." "I'm not coming, Aunt Maya." "Your sister Ava is going to become a Luna, the head of her late mom's pack." "She abandoned the family; she abandoned dad." "She's ashamed of being an omega like dad and I." I said.

I walked to the center of the stage and accepted the microphone, then calmly swept my gaze across the hall. "Good afternoon, everyone. I am Stardust, creator of 'Moonfall on Leviathan.' And my real name is Maeve Rosethorn." The hall erupted in an uproar. Danika staggered back, looking ashen-faced, while Alder's thoughts hit me like a massive, crushing tidal wave. [Maeve is Stardust? How is that even possible? [The legendary, genius artist I spent six months trying to track down, who I was willing to pay any price to work with, was sleeping beside me this whole time!]

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Vanilla was one of my favourite scents and I could not help but interrupt her turning to try and find the owner of that scent. My mystery guy had moved from the stairs so I could not see him anymore. Without putting too much more attention on him I really wanted to find the owner of the pine vanilla scent. The more I smelled it, the more I knew it had to be my mate. As I moved through the crowd the scent got stronger. I gasped as the mystery guy was walking in a direct line toward me with a smile on his face. As he got closer, the pine vanilla smell got stronger. Shelby quickly started yipping Mate! Mate! My excitement started to grow. He came to stand right in front of me smiling and

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Standing a few yards away, kneeling in a patch of wild clover, was Maeve. ​But it wasn't the Maeve I had seen at the estate, the hollow-eyed, trembling shadow of a girl. This Maeve was radiant. Her skin was tanned from the sun, her hair was braided with wildflowers, and her eyes were bright with a mischievous, healthy spark. She looked exactly as she had the day before the world ended. ​"Maeve?" I whispered, my voice sounding strange to my own ears. It was younger, untainted by the gravel of grief.

The air shimmered like heat waves, and suddenly there was a presence in the room. A woman materialized. Impossibly beautiful, with features that hurt to look at directly. Pointed ears. Eyes like starlight. Power radiating from her in waves that made my wolf growl defensively. "Hello, Xavier," she said. Her voice sounded like music and breaking glass simultaneously. "I am Queen Maeve of the Fae realm. We need to talk about your Void problem." I'd called security before she finished speaking. Armed guards surrounded us within seconds, weapons trained on the intruder.

The woman closed her eyes. The House shook. Images flashed through the burning pages. A young woman studying beside the first Editors. A daughter arguing with her father. A sister holding a dying brother. A researcher discovering that memories could be separated from names. Then a woman making herself the first experiment. Maeve fell to her knees. "No." Silas crouched a few feet away. "Maeve." She covered her ears. "Don’t call me that." "Why?" "Because she failed." "Who?"

Leonora shouted aloud. "How dare you hurt a Lancaster?" Maeve forgot about the pain and still managed to stand up beyond that with her swords. "I won't make this long…you're just Aemon's wife but you will never be part of Coopers…" Maeve smirked arrogantly. "Your husband is nothing, Lily Cooper. He's nothing than what you think of h—"

she teased. "You're not my friend- we're not friends." I corrected, "I don't even know your name." "Fine then," she dropped her fork and extended her arm to me, blocking me from taking another bite of my pizza, "I'm Celeste." I knew what she was doing, this friend thing was all a ruse, I've had a bunch of other girls come to me asking to be my friend then going ahead, without my say, to plan a sleepover at my house like I wasn't even there, "Look, if you're trying to be friends with me to get with Blake, you can just come out and say that."