Maeve Whalen Novels & Stories

I can't show my real self to the world if in return all I get is hurt and cheating. The Rachel that everyone knows or sees, cheerful bubbly, and always makes everyone laugh is nothing but a coward that is too afraid to show her real self to the world. I'm not what others think of me and I don't want to change it. I shook my head trying to remove the painful memories of my past that I want to forget but sadly can't. And that's when I heard the sound of someone sneezing from outside. I thought to ignore thinking maybe it was some pass by but then I again heard the same sound repeatedly. With the teaser in my hand, I open the check, then sneeze badly and why.

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

My gaze remained fixed on the door as I wondered who the man was and what his intentions were for helping me out. “You'll be alright,” the doctor reported, retracting his stethoscope from my chest. “You just need a little rest,” he continued. I tilted my head in all directions and as soon as he walked away, I turned to my right side. My memories reeled in like a movie tape, building up a migraine along with it. I could recall the brutal scene. That was how I wanted to describe it. I was too humiliated to admit I let him have his way. These memories came with pain. Elaine was a monster, I said to myself. A ruthless, self-obsessed demon, I cried.

Kael rode straight through the arched doorway and into the main hall, finally pulling up in front of the head healer's office. "MAEVE!" His voice echoed off stone walls. "I need you NOW!" Doors flew open. Healers in their traditional grey robes emerged, ready to handle whatever emergency had brought the Crown Prince crashing into their domain with such urgency. Then they saw Lyra. Saw the mate mark on Kael's neck. Saw Nyx leap down from the horse and bare her teeth at anyone who came too close. The head healer—Maeve Thornwick, a severe woman in her sixties with more knowledge of wolf physiology than anyone in the kingdom—took one look at the scene and snapped into action.

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.”

I walked away before he could respond. Outside, the October air hit my face and I felt slightly more human. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I proceeded to pull it out. Madam Fantasy: Rest up, Jailbird. Fantasy Island will need you tonight. I sent back a twerking GIF. Crass, maybe, but that was Fantasy Island. Everything was crass there. Everything was performance and pretend and separating drunk rich people from their money. Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho."

"it's okay, Eve, I'm sorry too. I should never have tried to hurt you." Eve nodded, her eyes filled with relief. "Thank you, Luna," she said softly. "I just want us to be able to move past this and work together." I smiled sweetly at her before turning and walking away. I had lost my appetite, so I decided to go to the library and read instead. I always found comfort in reading. It seemed like a lifetime ago that I dreamed of becoming a famous author. Once inside the library, I sat down in the corner and picked up a book. It looked like no one had been in there since I was last there. The same pile of books was still sitting there that I had never managed to get through. Flicking through the

“Oh this pack is in for it.” “If she’s a Guardian.” “Do you think she really is?” “The ghosts know who you are?” Tessa asks, walking up and looking around. “They’re not ghosts,” Meadow says, smirking at me. “My name is Meadow Cross. My sister Maeve is married to Xander Holstin. Do you know who I am.” Another round of gasps. “She’s the witchy witch.” “My cousin has some witchy lights.” “Do you think she’d make us some?”

The dinner at Meave's house was a much-anticipated occasion, filled with an intricate dance of emotions, memories, and unspoken secrets. The dining room, adorned with flickering candles and floral arrangements, filled with the delightful aroma of home-cooked meals, was transformed into a space where the past and present coalesced. Meave, the skillful culinary artist and revered matriarch of the family, orchestrated the evening with love and wisdom, her every action reflecting the profound respect and acknowledgment of Avla's new role as Luna.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!