Maeve Whalen Novels & Stories

“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.

Without warning, she suddenly sat back on her haunches and allowed her tongue to loll out the side of her mouth in a dopey expression, like a smug little labrador that had just outfoxed its owner and managed to roll about unrestrained in a stinking mud puddle at the edge of the river. 'Besides,' Maeve continued with a smug expression, 'I'm getting a portrait and a shiny crown and I fully intend to be the first crowned wolf to be feared far and wide.' Ann snorted and grinned despite the unease that had sat over her only seconds earlier. 'Oh, so that's it then? You just want to be famous? All of that bluster is nothing but blind hubris and attention-seeking behavior?' She teased. 'Not famous A

The moment I pulled the door open, cool air from the hallway rushed in, sharp against my skin. Ethan stood there with two people,one of them a woman I didn’t recognize right away. She was older, maybe mid-forties, her dark hair tied in a loose braid, eyes a pale, almost silvery gray that seemed to look through everything. The healer. Her name came to me a second later. Maeve. She didn’t waste a moment. “Where is he?” “Inside…In bedroom,” I said, already stepping back to let them in. They moved fast. Ethan didn’t speak; his focus was pure tension eyes scanning everything as though danger might crawl out of the walls. Maeve brushed past me, her presence calm but heavy.

However, these weren't normal circumstances, not even a little bit. "Well, Isabella, Maeva is sure of herself because she knows her worth. I mean, how many 16yr old girls do you know that can take down every Alpha & warrior on the campus? Or plan a festival for thousands? How many 16 year old girls do you know that are willing to sacrifice their free time to ensure that every wolf, regardless of rank or gender, knows how to defend themselves? Maeva is exceptional, to say the least. She has every right to be sure of herself, & she has proved that she is an asset, not only to the Kingdom but to Ronan & I as well." I responded to Isabella, giving Maeva a quick smile.

Noah seems to weigh his feelings against mine, then decides a simple nod is a sufficient enough response, offers it and leaves. The silver haired woman offers a smile too. "I am Maeve Valen, the delta and commanding general to the king's army." A general. Deltas are warriors. And this woman looks anything but at first glance. But closer up, I can see the rugged muscle, the fading scars lining up her neck and the mist of battle and loss in her bright eyes. Werewolves heal themselves before a wound can scar, so to have scars means they were either done by silver, wolfsbane or they were done before she turned the age to turn.

I definitely had seen her somewhere before. Kade came in and shut the door, then turned back to me still trying to figure out where I had seen her. He let out a small laugh and said, “Is Maeve leaving that concerning for you? Think I’ll break my promise first chance I get.” Ignoring him I asked, “What does your sister do? Is she a model or something? I think I’ve seen her someplace before.” He looked confused by my question. “No, she does humanitarian healing for both the west and the east. She’s heading to rival pack grounds right now. Why?”

Hopefully, that would give me some of the freedom I was currently lacking in my life! The problem with going to school in person was that we lived in the middle of nowhere northern Vermont, not far from the Canadian border, so I would have to move onto campus. That would require me to be incessantly vigilant at keeping up the ruse of being human, something that wasn’t always possible for me; something I felt so ashamed about but couldn’t control. Most other werewolves had no problem blending in with human society, and many werewolves went away to human colleges. But I had a flaw. it had been a couple of years since it’d been an issue. Maybe if I could go another year, I’d finally feel comfor

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

I, Morrigan of Hymir, the current queen of the blessed lands of Hymir, hereby abstain from my position as the monarch and mother of the nation. For I have sinned a thousand unforgivable sins. My hands are tainted with the blood of innocents and thus haunt me from night and day.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.