Maeve Whalen Novels & Stories

“To be honest, I enjoy the art of creating fragrances far more than making medicine.” “You know how to make perfumes?” Maeve looked genuinely surprised by the revelation. Elara nodded slowly. “That’s even better,” Maeve murmured, sounding pleased. “As soon as you’ve fully recovered, you’ll work with me. I’ll make you my assistant.” She paused before adding, “My name is Maeve Rothwell. From now on, you will be my niece. If you happen to run into someone who asks about your identity, your name is no longer Elara Moon.”

Thalia was safe for now but for how long? Thalia found herself once again watching dawn break from the couch, her eyes dull and not really taking anything in. Maeve had been restless all night which conflicted heavily with Thalia's dark mood. The wolven spirit had been quiet recently, mourning the loss of her mate silently. Now though, Maeve was stirring underneath the surface, pressing to be released. Thalia had managed to ignore her wolven counterpart so far but now Maeve's agitation was becoming overwhelming. It eventually forced Thalia outside, the fresh air hitting her like a blast of energy. The scent of the woods and nature of the Yorkshire Dales was heady, luring Thalia towards it.

Hanna backed up, her ruff standing on edge as a wolf emerged from the grass. She had done it. She had shifted. But our congratulations were marred by what we saw. Maeve looked up at us, her wolf eyes just as blue as her own. She was beautiful, large, and powerful. And totally, completely, white. #

The false Maeve hissed low, stepping back as if she recognized her power. Alia smiled faintly, her lips painted blood-red. “Did you think your trick could hold? Did you think he would not call me when the game grew too tangled?” Daston snarled, his silver eyes flashing. “You meddle where you do not belong, witch.” Her gaze cut to him like a blade. “I belong wherever Johan’s will takes me. And right now, it takes me here.” Her eyes landed on me, soft but sharp, peeling me open. “Maeve. Vessel of the Moon. You cannot fight a reflection. You can only destroy the mirror.”

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

“I need you safe. Please do this for me.” “Xander no. I’m a witch. We know that the witches are moving against the Guardians. No one else here can help you agianst them. You need me, Xander.” I grab his wrists, pleading with him. “You can’t defeat Levana, but I can.” “You don’t know that.” “I do,” I tell him. “She’s right, Xander. If she’s going to be your mate, you have to trust her. Maeve is the strongest witch I know. Our parents were ranked members in the coven before they left. Maeve knows what she’s doing,” Meadow says, supporting me.

I could smell herbs and magic on the wind, sage and something sharper that made my wolf stir restlessly. I knocked on the door with a bloody fist. "Maeve," I called, my voice rough from screaming. "I need help." The door opened before I finished speaking. Maeve stood there in a simple brown dress, her silver hair braided with small bones and dried flowers. But it was her eyes that made me step back. They were completely white, glowing with power I'd never seen before. She looked at my hands and stumbled back like I'd burned her. Her pupils vanished, replaced by pure light.

"As long as she's sworn to secrecy. I really don't feel like explaining this to anyone else until I understand what's going on myself. Especially if they get pissed off by hearing about it from her first." "You wouldn't believe the secrets that girl can keep. She is my daughter, you know," Sylvia replied with a wink. I smiled and nodded my head. "Of course. But, can I ask why?" "You'll see," Sylvia replied as she waved her hand in a 'come in' motion, and the door to the office opened to reveal Maeve standing there just about ready to knock. Maeve grew up to be a beautiful young woman. Her band colored skin made her light blue eyes sparkle, and she had her mom's natural indigo blue hair color

by Maeve in her room in the pack house was preoccupied with the strange mark on her wrist. It was an intricate illustration of a white wolf identical to Ulrika, her wolf, intertwined with a mysterious creature that shared some wolf-like characteristics, yet remained distinctly different. Ava couldn’t help frowning, her brows contorting giving her a fierce but cute look. “I need to talk to father about this” she mutters to herself feeling restless. As Maeve pulled her to her feet, Ava's thoughts were jolted back to reality. She gazed down at the stunning white gown that adorned her body, its sleeveless design showcasing her toned arms.

Caleb sneered. “I never lied to you, I am Eva-Linda and I am a white wolf,” she said and he stared at her in disbelief. “This is your pack, so how come you are a white wolf?” “My mother was a white wolf and my dad was a golden wolf, Eva is common in the golden wolf pack, and Linda in the white wolf pack…I am not lying.” Caleb knew she was not lying, he could see that in her eyes. She never lied to him, her feelings were genuine as well but not his. After all, he fell for someone else, his mate.