Maeve Whalen Novels & Stories

"Maeve is... she's younger than he is, and she's completely blind to what he is. She thinks she's marrying a romantic, powerful billionaire who is going to elevate her family's standing. She keeps talking about how he's the man she's going to spend the rest of her life with. She has no idea that he's just using her and has no interest in her." "She is an idiot," I said flatly. "And she is walking into a slaughterhouse." It wasn't that I thought of Maeve as an idiot but I had to say so so Luna won't know my relation with her and also, she might also be an idiot to not notice who Yamelyan Radov actually is. A monster and I will become an equally greater monster to break him.

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.”

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

There was more to Alpha Zane’s ring than meets the eye. We all stared at him and his ring in bewilderment as he slipped the glowing ring into his pocket. He paused for a while trying to regain his composure before he cleared his throat and turned to me. “ What is your name? “ He asked me with a straight face and acted like nothing just happened. Well, that’s one thing with those in authority. They always feel like they owe no one any explanation. “ I am Maeve Barlowe, the daughter of the pack healer for the lower borns in the pack. “ I answered him with a shaky voice.

I can't have him in the same state just earlier. "Greetings, Luna and Alpha Coven." I jumped and almost stumbled back at the sudden appearance of a man wearing a blindfold right outside the carriage doors. It's a good thing Quinn was there to catch my back if he didn't have to run his mouth for an untold remark. "Told you." "I apologize for startling you. I am the Lycan King Caius's attendant, Beau." "Where's Raedan?" The guy beside me snaps causing me to glare at him.

Dean’s voice boomed throughout the gym. Maeve practically sprinted to the back of the room, her wolf re-emerging within seconds with the same confidence and swagger that she held as a human. She was small, but her reddish-brown coat paired with those beautiful faded green eyes meant she would stand out wherever she was, regardless of her size.

Maeve broke the silence first. "So..." Nobody answered. She looked around the fire. "...Are we really going to spend three days together without knowing each other's names?" "We know the names," Selene muttered. "I meant the people." "I think she's right." Cassian smiled faintly. Maeve clapped once. "I'll go first." She tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "I'm Maeve Hollow…My family runs a healing lodge in the Eastern Valleys." She smiled at the flames. "When I was little...I used to cry every time someone got hurt."

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."