Maia Novels & Stories

Kira tried barging in through the door, but before she could climb up, Azazel stopped her. “Not now; she is asleep,” he tried shooing Kira away. Kira was the woman who would help him organize his fashion events and balls whenever he needed help. The woman always kept a professional tone with him, which is why Azazel admired her; she was one of the very few outsiders whom Azazel respected. The girl caught Azazel gawking at Athena’s pictures like a pervert, she didn’t let the man go until he told her who she was, the man didn’t let her in all the details, only enough to know that Athena was the girl Azazel had a childhood crush on.

Slowly she walked over to the window. “That bed is yours.” One of the girls informed Maia and pointed to the other top bunk. It had sheets and a big blanket and fluffy-looking pillows. “My name’s Jasmine. That’s Vanessa and that’s Nicole.” The same girl introduced herself and pointed to each of the other girls. “What’s your name?” She put her journal beside her and looked down at Maia with a smile. “Maia.” She said simply, looking up at the girl. She had super curly hair and darker skin. Her smile was bright and kind and she wore a purple pullover. She had her coily hair pulled back with a yellow

The chair’s lights flared bright and then shattered into darkness, one strip at a time, as if something inside her had reached outward and simply closed its hand. Silence slammed down so hard it rang. I stared at the dead panels, at the inert chair beneath her, at the woman breathing hard in front of me like she’d just run through fire and come out carrying the flame. Maia laughed once, almost disbelieving. “They can’t sever it,” she said. I swallowed. “Why not?” She looked at her hands, flexing her fingers like they were new. “Because it isn’t an anchor,” she said. “It never was.”

Ezekiel’s girlfriend and the douchebag alpha who shoved her every time he walked past her. ‘I am Ava Morgan, daughter of Alpha Roland Morgan, and I don’t take shit from anyone.’ She repeated the affirmations in her head as she took a fighting stance and waited for the whistle. Today was the day she would meet her birth father, after all. “Are we doing this, or what? I don’t have all day to wait for this shit,” she snarled.

Then he said something Ryan never expected. “They say the woman who defeated King Lucian… is the child from the ancient prophecy.” Silence filled the hall. Ryan frowned. “What prophecy?” The messenger looked surprised. “The prophecy written about the child of chaos Ryan’s expression hardened slightly. “I’ve never heard of it.” The man shifted uneasily. “My Alpha… the rumors claim she is the child born from the forbidden union.” Ryan’s patience thinned. “Speak clearly.” The messenger lowered his voice. “The rumors speak the woman beside you… Aria… is the child bears the mark

Mellana questions the woman in the front door. “Mom? I thought she was your sister!” I exclaim. “Morgan?” Mom calls her. “Melissa!” Mellana’s mother answers with enthusiasm and runs towards my mother, and both women hug each other. “Oh, my Goddess! It’s been so long we’ve seen each other.” The woman named Morgan says. “It’s been way too long.” My mom agrees. “Are you the one responsible for setting this all up for us?” “Guilty.” Morgan laughs. “I moved some chopsticks to find out where you'd be staying since someone told me they were going to protect a girl named Pandora.” She says looking at her daughter with a smirk.

If she let her emotions overcome her entire system, her mission to be a great and ideal Luna will be wasted. After almost an hour, she was now fully clothed and ready to fulfill her duties. She was now wearing a white and black maxi dress with matching black sandals and her fountain-styled braided hair. Maia walked out of her room, proud and graceful with her sweetest smile, making every servant and maids bow, greet, and smile at her. She went to the pack village while still thinking about what to do. After she visited the wounded warriors and nursery house, she still doesn't have an idea what to do. Maia sighed as she walked do

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

If not for Amelia, I never would have left. “Kieran!” A hearty slap on my shoulder sent me stumbling forwards. I caught myself on the outer wall of the pack house – the wood wasn’t even cold to the touch, despite the brisk chill in the air – and twisted around to look up. Maia was small, petite, even, the top of her head only just reaching my chest. But she was a powerful, stealthy Warrior Wolf, all bite and no bark, and more fearsome than any Alpha I’d ever met. She had the heart of a lion.

Ash looked at her in confusion. " what? do you think I can bring a fifty kg rock by myself? come ya, " Maya said as Ash smiled; this was going to be the first time, he will get help from someone. " you are one of a kind huh? " Ash commented as they looked around for any heavy rocks. " what do you mean? " Maya asked balancing herself on the slippery mud. Ash held her hand as he replied, " usually girls do not like to be in this kind of situations, you know they would ask help and all, Even Azora does that, "