Maya Hawke Age Novels & Stories

Maya's POV "I'm alive. Oh my god, I’m actually alive." The words left my lips in a breathless whisper as I lay flat on my back, staring blankly at the heavy velvet drapes hanging from the four-poster bed. My hands were shaking so violently I had to press them hard against the mattress just to keep them steady. My mind was spinning, completely refusing to process the last twenty minutes. One second I was bound to a wooden post with a leather whip inches from my skin. The next, a little six-year-old girl was throwing herself in front of me, screaming at the Lycan King.

he finishes. The Alpha seems conflicted. I don’t know what he is thinking other than wanting to protect his sister. “How old is Maddie?” I ask. “She just turned 20 not too long ago; how old was Louise?” he asks quietly. “Just turned 20 not too long ago,” I reply.

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

“Your first shift’s tonight? I didn’t think you were of age for… what, a few more years?” She tilts her head, all faux-curiosity, but there’s a glint in her eye that says she’s hoping she’s caught May out. Hoping it’s some mistake. That she can gossip about it later. May doesn’t flinch. “Yes, well, when my parents found me, there wasn’t a clear record of how old I actually was. The doctors made their best guess—for me and Baylee—but Haley, my wolf, says tonight’s the night.” She smiles at me, then turns to Caden with a warm, genuine look.

MAYA The Moon Priestess exhaled slowly. "You are blessed with a rare gift, Maya," she softly said, "You're the first Moonwhisperer to walk among us after ten thousand years. Seeing you at last… it means my time draws near. I've waited so very long for this moment." I stiffened. Ten thousand years? Is she seriously admitting she is that old? My mind reeled. She looks maybe fifty. How is that even possible? But then again, nothing about this world made sense anymore. Why not immortal priestesses, too?

I can't save her from his grasp. While the crowd starts to head back to town, someone rushes toward me, reaching for my arm. She cries ugly tears, shaking her head as she stares down at the blade. “You shouldn't have killed my dad, he's innocent. Lord Regal dragged him from—” “What's your name?” She blinks, sniffing. “Maya.” “How old are you?” She chokes, “ten.” “You watched him die?” She breaks down again, nodding as tears keep streaming down her cheeks. I make her look at me, holding her chin up. “Your family will be compensated,” I say slowly, “sorry for your loss.”

"We are to be your ladies-in-waiting. Whatever you need, please let us know." Agatha seems to be in charge of the other two, who seemed to be younger than me, perhaps around Serenity's age, while Agatha might be in her late 40s to early 50s. She's a lean woman with graying hair. She may sound straightforward, but she has a motherly aura that I suddenly missed my mom. Meanwhile, Maia and Genevieve are the exact opposite. Maia puts her tight curls in a bun, and her dark complexion is so smooth, she looks like she was carved from the best milk chocolate, her features are sharp, she should be in magazines.

Before now, Hailey had told me about the daycare during one of our long talks. According to her tale, it was for the kids of the elites in the pack. But I was an omega. My presence there was definitely going to cause a stir which I didn't want to happen. I came into the pack quietly and I wanted it to remain that way until I left in the same quiet manner. “I just realized we never got a chance to introduce ourselves.” She broke into my thoughts. Placing her palm on her chest, she said, “I'm Maya Eddie, Eddie Warren’s wife.”

Everyone seemed to exhale a relieved breath and cheers and laughter erupted from every corner of the clearing and claps and cheers of joy and happiness pelted around me and I was grinning to hard, my cheeks hurt and my chest was stuffed full with so much light and joy. She let me go and turned to Winston, looking up at him and bestowing him with a toothy smile. "It's about time," Winston said nothing, only smiled back down at her. She turned back to me, "I am Maya. The oldest wolf creature in these parts and the most renowned healer, bested only by Gwyn. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." "Likewise," I told her, my grin, spreading to my eyes.

"Don't waste time, Hunter. Life is short. If you love her, tell her. Don't make her wait for you to figure it out." My head snapped up. "Dad—" "I have eyes, son." His smile was wry. "The way you look at her isn't the way a man looks at a convenient arrangement. It's the way I've looked at your mother for forty years." Before I could respond, Maya appeared, dressed in a deep blue dress that made her look more grown-up than I was ready for. I still saw her as a sixteen-year-old girl as I run off all her boyfriends, but she wasn't, she was twenty-two now.