Maeve Whalen Novels & Stories

Because if we didn’t, we would drown in misery. I am Maiveline Underwood. People call me Maive. I am the daughter of Christopher Underwood, a man the whole town whispers about. They say he’s dangerous. They say he’s cursed. But I know him—he’s not. He’s just a father who loves his children. People also say my mother, Velaia, was a witch. I refuse to believe them. To me, she was just Mom. The one who should have been here. The one we desperately needed.

I want her, my entire body, my entire life, my soul wants her. But there was the pack, the people, a voice inside me whispered, would I sacrifice everything I’ve worked for for one person? But Ilyana wasn’t one person. She was everything. I stood up sharply, turning to the door, “A guard will escort you to a room, what is your name?” There was a hint of satisfaction on her face as she leaned back into the chair, “Call me Maeve, Alpha Kael.”

Mayra looked at me with a helpless and worried gaze while giving that glass to me. “My mother told me what happened to your birth mother before she died, Maddie. Ava Whitelock wasn’t an ordinary werewolf. She was a white wolf mated with the midnight black wolf. According to our ancient scriptures, the pup born from a white wolf and a midnight black wolf is called a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, no matter the gender of the pup.” She paused and took a deep breath. The liquid was bitter, but I still drank it while listening to her explanation.

Just as suddenly as the wind had started, it stopped, and a shadow appeared at the mouth of the cave. Rather than feeling scared, Maeve felt excited. "What brought you here so late, Maeve?" The sharp shaky voice of Shanaya, her friend, filled the air. "I have a problem and only you can solve it!" Maeve called out again. She got closer to the redhead witch and placed her hands together as if she was about to say a prayer. Shanaya smiled, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she already knew what Maeve wanted. "Does this have anything to do with Hazel?" She asked with a knowing smirk.

Fyre was all over the place trying to take in all the emotions and beauty of the setting. “Do you like it?” A gentle female voice startled both Helena and Celeste out of their amazement. It was Alpha Jones’ wife Luna Maeve. She was a low-key figure in the pack, even tonight she was in a delicate lavender gown, her washed out green eyes matched by her limp long blonde hair. “It’s stunning, its truly the most beautiful party I have ever been to”

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.

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."

Now, I’m cursed with a weak wolf that I can’t shift into and a body that falls sick every full moon. Some say I’m lucky my mother’s sister was generous enough to take me in. But life in Aunt Helen’s household hasn’t been easy. Things were better before her husband, Uncle Dorian, died. But since his death, his wife and kids have never missed a chance to make every waking moment hard for me. “You’re wasting time, Maeve,” Sheila whines. “Tell her what you want already.” “Right.” Maeve clears her throat. When she looks at me again, she has her usual condescending smirk in place. “I need you to head to Color Lounge and fetch us a bottle of Glow Oil.”

"Daisy, Mr Antonio Nathaniel died some weeks ago and his investors are rallying to leave the company bankrupt if Seth doesn't pay them up." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers yet laced with concern. "Wait a minute! Mr Antonio, the CEO of MetaX is dead?" Alison couldn't believe what she was hearing. "This is really bad, Poor Seth, what is he going to do now?" Alison said as she sank into the bed dressed with a bubble gum pink bedsheet. "You see, that is the main reason why I'm considering the marriage contract." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers. "Now I get it, Daisy."

The call was answered on the first ring and Maeve said, “This is Maeve Cambridge. I want to find out about your cheapest décor prices.” Gabriel shook his head, laughing internally. Seems like Maeve really intended to embarrass Dylan. “Miss Cambridge, you want the cheapest?” The woman at the end of the line sounded very surprised since she expected Maeve to order the most expensive items, knowing she was the only daughter of Reginald Cambridge. “Yes,” Maeve confirmed and the woman felt that it was a different Maeve but not the daughter of Reginald. “I will send our catalog to your email with the prices if I can have it.”