Maria Brink Age Novels & Stories

I just have to move forward, I cannot break now. I am Maria, the rejected luna, and that was once upon a time. But right now? I'm breaking boundaries and burning bridges. “I'm fine.” “I'm perfectly alright, and it is will be easier for me to cope.”

A rolling stool and a small counter with a sink completed the sparse furnishings. A while later, the door opened and the doctor, Maria, stepped in, a woman in her fifties with hair so dark you'd believe she had dyed it. But I didn't think she did so. Some people had significant genes, and she seemed to be one of those blessed with them. She barely had any noticeable wrinkles on her face, so she didn't need any makeup to cover up anything since she was beautiful. Maria was about my height, 5"6' or maybe an inch shorter and she carried herself with fluid grace.

the older woman said. The other woman was young Maria, the daughter of the pack's blacksmith. She was eighteen years old and so beautiful that men stopped whatever they chanced to be doing to stare as she passed. Even though she was a bit larger than I and her hair a bit lighter, with the wedding finery, the veil, and Edmond's drunk condition, maybe he wouldn't realize the deception until I was safe. "She wishes it," the older woman said before I could ask the question bothering me. "Quickly, out of those clothes whilst I tie up this Omega."

Before Maria, stood this tall young lady, obviously in her twenties, same age as Maria or maybe older just by a year. Maria looked at the girl who almost killed her with her claws thinking she was an intruder. “Who are you?” Maria yelled, after she dodge the attack from the lady, her chest rising and falling, steps away from the lady on front of her. She glared at her.

What changed between our confrontation in the forest and her time in the infirmary? “Seth!” I turn to find my eldest sister Marina approaching, her long, dark hair braided in the elaborate style that marks her as the wife of a high-ranking noble. At thirty-five, she’s the most intimidating of my siblings, with sharp, green eyes that miss nothing. “What are you doing skulking around the residential wing?” she demands. “Looking for someone.” Her eyebrows arch with interest. “Someone? A woman?” I shrug, not trusting my voice.

Sean chuckled and hugged Mariah, “I can’t believe you are getting married, I can still remember when you were born.” “What are you saying, Dad?” Micah asked, “If she had mated early, shouldn’t she have been married by now? Maybe I should remind you that she is over a hundred years old.” Sean glared at his son, “And who asked for your opinion?” Everyone laughed at that. Steven hugged Mariah and shook Alaric’s hand, “Seeing you, I have nothing to worry about. I know you will take good care of her.” “With my life,” Alaric said.

Maria’s place seemed like the perfect escape and off he went. Maria lived alone in a fancy condominium she had made her parents get for her right after her 21st birthday. It was the perfect birthday gift as an apartment lf her own meant being away from the prying eyes of her family members. She didn’t like it when people were too in her business.

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

This seemed to pique his interest. "Had?" "She died in a car accident, 10 years ago. I was 14 and she was 16, we were driving to a party our parents said we couldn't go to, a car..." I took in a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I continued. "A car was driving on the wrong side of the road, we were hit and went over the bridge into the water beneath. I remember trying to open the door but they were jammed shut, Maria was knocked out from the impact, I tried so hard to wake her but she wouldn't..." I pushed back the tears that were threatening to leave my eyes.

Regretfully, I was the poor victim now. My feet paused right outside the door when I heard Arabella’s squeaking voice, saying, “You should tell her how you’ll miss her, instead you’re on about seeing the face of your grandchildren. You shouldn’t have too many dreams, Mama.” “Ara’s right. I’m eighteen and I got married yesterday.” There was a hint of resistance in Mariella’s voice, which I had almost thought she wasn’t capable of. “You’ll be nineteen in a few months. I had you when I was nineteen,” their mother, Fiona, added.