Maeve Whalen Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE What a day! Chava Maurice, a young and beautiful young lady, slim and average in height who worked as a fashion consultant in one of the fashion homes in Losantiville dropped on her bed, with each pair of her burgundy shoes here and there. She had had a hectic day and all she dreamt of was a good bath, a good meal, and a good sleep. It was already past 7 P.M. and thankfully the next day was Saturday. She had drifted to sleep a little bit before her phone rang. After blindly rummaging through her handbag for a while without finding anything, she sat up and carried out a proper search but by the time she found the phone, the call had ended. She stared at the foreign number that had

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Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

Lorenzo and Marcel were in awe - Arla was petite in her human form, standing at around five feet two inches tall, yet Maeve was considerably larger than the average she-wolf. “Arla, how do you feel?” asked Alpha Lorenzo. “I feel strange. Is it over yet? Can I open my eyes?” “Open your eyes,” replied Lorenzo and Maeve in unison. Arla tentatively lifted her eyelids. Marcel startled and jumped backwards quickly. Maeve’s eyes, which had been the same beautiful deep dark brown as Arla’s, suddenly glowed as a white ring of light lit up around the darkness of her pupil. “What’s wrong with him?” Arla asked Maeve, seeing the uncertainty in Marcel’s stance.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

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.”

Then she turned her gaze to Nightfell wolves—wolves who had watched her in the halls, who had trusted her hands to stitch their wounds, who had never known what she was. “I am Maeven Vale,” she said clearly. “Bone Seer. And I’m done being silent.” The corridor trembled. Names were doors. Maeven had opened hers again—on purpose. Lyra’s face twisted, furious. “You’re exposing yourself,” she snarled. “You’ll be hunted.” Maeven smiled—small, grim. “Good,” she said. “Let them come.” Sable’s eyes burned with tears. She clutched her wrist cloth tight, trying to keep the lock sealed.

He had Giovani and me by his side, but his gaze would always turn sad whenever we would pass a lake as if he could imagine my mother being there. Halting in my tracks, I glance over my shoulder, finding Maeve tilting her head at me with a weak smile. She is beautiful, like a gemstone in a place with rocks. Her soul is so pure. I love how she makes friends and acquaintances out of everyone she meets. In a world that has been utter darkness from the beginning, she is that girl taking my hand, leading me out of a dark tunnel with a smile. She is the sun, the strongest person I know, and she doesn't even know.

Smith POV Maeve, a 30-year-old, petite and single. She is about 5' 5" without heels, wearing 4" stiletto heels. She is 5' 9". She is petite, her body is beautifully proportioned. In sunlight, her dark slightly curled hair strangely alternated in color between rich brown and vibrant chestnut. Her breasts are high and firm, not big enough to be affected by gravity, but the perfect size to occupy a man's hand. Her legs are long and slender, which gives her the appearance of being taller than her 5' 5" height. Her general expressions are good-natured and engaging, and admirable are the way her dark eyes light up when she speaks about anything she is passionate about. It is with reluctance about

Practically it was impossible because there was fog all around; It was 2 am, why wouldn't there be smoke and fog with the cold winds making her shiver. She held the blanket tightly before she started walking; She was halfway in the corridor when she heard the door of another room opening; slaps of cold wind increased as she turned around only to see a girl rubbing her eyes; her eyes fell on Maya as she froze. Maya knew if that girl will scream she will be in trouble and that means attention; uncle Max will tell all the teachers about her medical history and then she will have to bear those pitiful looks; Maya did not want even one percent.