Maya Wren Novels & Stories

Maya woke up feeling sore all over her body, she sat upright on the strange bed trying to figure out what happened. She turned to see an unfamiliar figure on the other side of the bed sleeping soundly, she gasped and quickly had a flashback of what happened. Maya is a young beautiful lady who grew up without her parents, she stays with her aunt who trained her for college but couldn't further because of a lack of money. Maya decided to struggle on her own by going for a mini job to gather money for her school, she got a job in a well-known clubhouse as a waitress along with her best friend Mia, both have known each other right from school.

“We told everyone to stay nearby, and they’re the only ones who didn’t listen.” Amethyst—one of Jamal, Bella, and Gregory’s kids—is standing nearby and pipes up. “I overheard them say they wanted to practice some of the moves we worked on in warrior training this week.” She’s a hybrid witch-wolf, meant to eventually take over as the Priestess of the Maiden coven here in Arcadia. But she’s way more in tune with her wolf than her sister Freya. Honestly, I wonder if she’ll really step into the priestess role—or if her future lies with her alpha brother Finnegan’s leadership team. Maybe even as his beta.

Zara said carefully, "that a man who spent thirty-one years being sorry finally got to stop." "That's not an answer." "It's the one I've got." He nodded and leaned into her shoulder. The quilt slid down and neither of them fixed it. Wren came to see them in December, with Mara in tow and a paper bag of pastries that had been slightly crushed in transit. "She insisted on carrying them," Wren said, unwinding her scarf. "I have given up arguing with anyone under four feet tall. It never ends well." "I'm nine and a half," said Mara with dignity. She had grown an inch since October, or seemed to have. Her braids were tidy again. She walked into the apartment as if inspecting it for structural fla

From within the dark veil stepped Fenris and Maya. Maya moved with blithe, predatory grace, wearing her sleek midnight-blue tactical jacket over tailored trousers. Her dark hair was woven into her crown of warrior braids, and her dark eyes glittered with a wild, golden fire that lit up the darkened War Chamber like a sudden dawn. Her Sun-Wolf warmth radiated softly around them, pushing back the damp chill of the room.

Maya Ashford is a young witch from an elemental coven. While her coven has an affinity for all of the elements their connection to fire is the strongest. Her coven is highly sought after for their fire magic as well as their other abilities. Hidden deep in the wilderness of Montana Maya's coven is difficult to find unless you know who to contact and they never allow outsiders on their lands. Maya is a smart, strong and creative young witch with a strong connection to art. She is wise beyond her years and protects those she is close to. Maya is naturally bubbly and cheerful, she brings light and happiness to any room she enters.

Lucien's POV I stood in the shadows of Special Collections, watching her through the gap in the doorway for a full ten minutes before making my presence known. Maya Cross. Also known as Maya Blackwood. The White Luna descendant who had no idea what she truly was. Two hundred and forty-seven years of existence had taught me patience. I'd watched empires rise and fall, tracked targets across continents, waited decades for the perfect moment to strike. Ten minutes was nothing. But those ten minutes felt strange... significant.

“I denied it. I said he had me confused with someone else and told him my name was May. I…I-I wasn’t sure what to do at that moment. It was so sudden. I still have to be careful, right?” Isabella nodded and put the now-full plate down in front of May. “Yes, mija. You must always be careful. We can't say if someone left you in that condition we found you in so caution is wise.” She came over pat on May’s cheek. “But Wren, if that is you, you’ll have to go and talk to this person. Maybe he can help you find your people.” May, or Wren, let out a long breath. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I should do that.”

X Xender watched Maya head back to her desk, the determined focus of a field commander settling over her features. He had married a force of nature, a woman who didn't request a seat at his table, but built her own command center inside his world. The power and wealth he was master of had fixed almost nothing that truly mattered-it couldn't bring back Elena, and it couldn't retrieve Leo's voice. Only Maya's gritty, hands-on, trauma-informed strength had started the true repair.

They’ll share their truths, exchange blood and bites, and finally solidify their mate bond. I should be happy for them. Actually, I am happy for them. But there's this knot in my chest that just won’t budge. “Are you brooding again?” I turn to see Maya at the edge of the clearing, holding a woven basket. She’s wearing a long, soft blue maxi skirt that flows down to her ankles and a simple white blouse. Her hair hangs loosely over her shoulders. She looks beautiful. She always does. “I’m not brooding. I’m just resting.”

“Pleasure’s all mine. Seriously.” “The gorgeous redhead with the magic tongue is Wren,” Sloane continued. Wren smiled, wiping her own mouth with the back of her hand. “Hi. You taste amazing, by the way.” Mira felt a blush creep up her neck. “Thanks,” she whispered. “The blonde cyclone is Tessa,” Sloane said. Tessa propped herself up on an elbow, her wild curls a halo around her head. Her body was lush and powerful, wide hips and full, heavy breasts that swayed as she moved. “Hey, new girl. You keep up pretty good for a virgin.”