Maya Wren Novels & Stories

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.

Kill her slowly Ryan, I want to hear her screams. I clear my throat to shut my wolf and make my presence known. Ethan again stares at me blankly, I narrow my eyes at him, warning him not to challenge me. I notice his sparkling hazel eyes, they attacked the screws of my brain and made me lose it. Snap out! I call Drake before I lose my senses and leave the floor instantly. My wolf is more pissed knowing our mate is into girls and likes to check them out. I never thought in my whole life I would ever be jealous of a girl.

She would be one powerful Luna. But then, I was surprised. Surprised at the fact that Maya is twenty-eight, and yet she doesn't know that she's a werewolf? How's that possible, and even if she was raised by humans, she should have been able to trigger her wolf side by now, she's way past her teenage years.

As Maya began to speak, she could feel her warm breath touching her lips as only a few inches separated their mouths. "I was sent to the Alpha Xavier competition on my master's orders, to take advantage of the number of female wolves and absorb the stronger ones. Then I sensed you, a young hybrid wolf and guardian of the werewolves' heirloom Sacred Moonstone, and his curiosity made me investigate. I thought about killing you after feeling the shards of the gem you were wearing, but now—" Staring into her piercing green eyes, Karen saw something she never expected to see on a woman's face. Desire. She lowered her lips to hers again, but before they touched, Karen raised a hand to hover over M

Nathan did a very good job of teaching them their talent and making them more useful for his operations. Maya Authur was the only child of her father, a very lovely young man who lost his beloved wife during labor. Maya's mother died after giving birth to her. She named her before joining her ancestors. The father was left to take care of her alone. She was lovely, beautiful, very attentive, and ready to learn new things. She has a special skill for communicating with animals and loves fruit like crazy. At the age of five, just like every other girl, she too was kidnapped, and there was no trace of finding her.

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

Mirage's P.O.V "Why?" I screamed, my voice scrubbed raw as I looked at the woman I was a splitting image of. "Why do I have to follow you around all this time? Why can't I just…stop! I'm fed up of all this, mom! I just want this to end!" Maya Alejandro, former beta to the Dark Water pack, a powerful wolf who had lost everything in the name of love, and the woman who was my mother…slapped me across the face.

“Maya,” she said brightly, “this is Rhysand. Rhys, this is Maya de Cruz. Founder and creative director of Cruz Atelier. I told you, didn’t I? She’s a genius.” I wanted to laugh. Because if there was one thing worse than being forced to meet the man you once left before sunrise, it was being praised in front of him by his very beautiful, very innocent fiancée. I stood. My smile appeared automatically. “Mr. Bernadi,” I said, holding out my hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

She prefers rainy, overcast campus days. The Thirst: Maya’s blood is Elena's ultimate temptation. Being too close when Maya is bleeding requires immense, painful physical restraint. The Sleep: She doesn't sleep in a bed like a human; instead, she enters a semi-conscious, meditative trance for a few hours at dawn to recharge. Maya 1. Basic Information Full Name: Maya Lin Age: 19 years old (Sophomore) Major: Art History (with a minor in Studio Art) Personality: Observant, sharp-witted, fiercely independent, and emotionally mature.

Maya’s POV “Sign every page, Ms. Ellison. No exceptions.” The attendant’s calm voice reached me the second the seaplane door opened. Warm salt air hit my face as I stepped onto the wooden dock, still wearing the wrinkled travel dress I had chosen because it looked respectable enough for the “wellness retreat” my conservative Boston family believed I was attending. I was Maya Ellison, twenty-nine years old, a corporate lawyer who had spent the last six years drowning in billable hours and one particularly brutal partnership review that left me hollowed out and desperate for anything that felt real. My hands stayed steady as I took the tablet and signed the full-consent waiver, even though my