Maeve Whalen Novels & Stories

I waited, heart pounding, as wind rustled the trees and shadows lengthened. Then they emerged. Four figures, cloaked in red, faces masked. But their magic was unmistakable. Not wild, like ferals. Controlled. Sharp. Wolves forged in fire. The leader stepped forward and pulled down her hood. She was older than me, with eyes like polished obsidian and a scar that ran down one cheek like lightning. “I’m Maeve,” she said. “Former Beta of the Scarlet Dagger. And if you’re Selene… then the stories didn’t do you justice.”

Liana’s POV I’m warm. Comfortable. There is something soft beneath me. I smell woodsmoke and books. Male voices drift into my consciousness, but I keep my eyes shut, savoring the safety that cocoons me. “How did you get away from my brother, anyway?” Ethan’s voice is quiet, as if he doesn’t want to wake me. “I’ve been ingesting small doses of wolfsbane for years,” says Blake—nonchalant. “If a wolf takes a bite out of me, it ends worse for them.”

“Answers… and another war.” Then, like mist in the morning sun, she vanished—leaving only her warmth, the rune… and a scream in my throat I couldn’t release. I crumpled forward, tears finally breaking loose. Mike stood silently behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said, and for once, I believed him. Kelvin sat across from us, his face unreadable. “She didn’t just give you a clue. She passed on her mantle. You’re not just the last Ghost Wolf anymore, Rachael. You’re the first of something new.”

Eric pleaded, his eyes never leaving Maeve’s paling face. “It’s hard to tell,” she said softly. “She’s very strong. Most would be dead by now, but she’s holding on. It would be a lot easier if she were marked.” Eric’s wolf pushed him forward, wanting to claim her as their own. Despite Maeve not being their true mate, his wolf still accepted her and wanted her. She was in the same boat as them; an unwanted child and raised in the shadows. Her fiery red hair, which she was forced to conceal her entire life, was now vibrant and falling around her in soft waves; her face was pale, but there was still a slight flush to her nose and cheeks. She was gorgeous in every possible way and now she was a

Dominic watched as the blonde haired woman who happened to be Maeve Casalengo walked up to him, a snarl on her face. He had to admit, she was a beautiful woman, although that had never been hard for him to admit before. Of course, Maeve Casalengo was a beautiful woman and not only was she beautiful, she was also sexy as fuck and that short pink dress was doing nothing to hide all the sexy parts of her body. Nope, Dominic cut that part of his brain off. Not tonight. He needed to concentrate and not think of how long her legs looked in this heels or how…..uhn uhn. No, not tonight.

She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal. 3 months later Chantelle had moved in withDelcan for some months now, and she was finally starting to feel like herself again. Delcan had been so understanding and patient with her, and she felt a sense of peace and safety that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew she was still on the road to healing, but she was starting to feel like she was getting there. The only thing that was missing was Delcan's presence. He had been so busy with work lately that she barely saw him. But at least the maids were there to keep her company. One day, while Chantelle was eating breakfast in the kitchen, she noticed a bouquet o

She didn't want to die. Maggie walked down from the Altar and handed the microphone over to Anna before heading to sit beside Madeline who sat a few seats away from us and they began to converse in whispers. Anna unlocked her phone and placed it close to the microphone. I instantly knew it was a voice recording that she was about to play. “ Now listen attentively because this is the most vital of all I want to tell you tonight. Maeve is the daughter of Alpha Stragov of Crescent Moon Pack,” The exact thing Madeline told me last night boomed out the hall speaker and everyone gasped in shock.

In her hands, she carried a heavy silver tray bearing a pot of steaming tea, fresh bread, and fruit. "I didn't mean to startle you," the woman said, offering a warm, compassionate smile as she set the tray down on the edge of the desk. "I am Maeve. One of the keepers of the wards here. I thought the chronicler might need sustenance before she drowns in the Sovereign’s ghosts."

I interrupt Noah. He shivers in fear and nods, “Yes. It started as a simple tour until I was attracted to a shining light, it was only when I touched the light that I realized it was a casket. An energy emerged from it and introduced herself as Maeve, an ancient witch who has been stuck in the casket for years. She said that she wants us to set her free so she can complete her dream.” Maeve can be so delusional, that she still believes that she has a dream to share with Zane. It is quite unfortunate that I will not partake of this task to set Maeve free, I plan to eradicate her energy before she breaks free.

That is a blessing. “Yes Ma’am. Roast me some more.” “I could never roast you!” “Yeah right. How’s your show going?” I ask, ascending the staircase and I hear her release a tired breath on the other side. Maeve is an international model and she’s quite famous. She has an A list model who has modeled for many popular clothing brands and commercials for influential companies and that’s why she’s always on the move. She’s living the best life out there and I’m so jealous of her!