Maya Wren Novels & Stories

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see through them myself?" I refused to answer him while he went on reading one invite address to another. I don't have time to attend any boring tea parties and witness women gossiping like immature girls. Unlike any other Luna, I take my position way seriously to match my Alpha's grounds. Although nobody usually demands me, it is of the will in me that somehow urges to be the lady I should be. The Luna of all Lunas and the lady of all ladies. With my current mindset that has somehow grown through the years, nothing matters more than the reputation I was placed. For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this positio

Maya clenched her fists , trying to stop herself from tearing someone apart. " Don't you guys take pride in seeing evidence? Might I ask whether Lord Lorenzo has any evidence to incriminate me? I was the Luna of the Silvermoon pack for a longtime, without someone to officially replace me, I'm still the Luna so why can't they call me their Luna?" Maya asked with clenched jaws. Lord Lorenzo was rendered speechless. She was right, the Silvermoon pack still had not appointed another Luna to replace her so logically, she was still the Luna of the pack.

Everyone stared at Ava because she had not said anything since, she was just mumbling to herself for like half of the time. “News by Maya.” The girl said. Everyone just accepted their fate because the information was obviously a 99.9 percent correct. News by Maya is the school's blogger and also one of the most famous bloggers in the world. The news from Maya is never wrong. Though no one knows her identity yet. “You know, she and Kayden had a thing one time,” The girl said. Everyone agreed because Kayden is the only superstar that has ever been invited to her party and the Royal Palace in general.

“I’ve been saving the recipe your mother loved best. I never thought I’d get to bake it for her daughter again.” Maya smiled beside me, her eyes shining as she watched the villagers murmur blessings and wave from the cobblestones. “They love you, my lady,” Maya whispered. She paused, her gaze drifting over the green hills as a faint touch of melancholy softened her face. Maya had been a Southern wolf too, torn from her own pack and dragged to the frozen peaks to serve as a palace maid. I looked down at the warm bread. “You should go see your old home while we are here, Maya. Take a horse from the guard. Go find your people.”

Ethan dropped the spear, falling to his knees as his real blood gushed from the wound, staining the gold of his uniform a deep crimson. “Lawrence, the main column is giving way!” my woman’s shout tore through the thick smoke of the central chamber. I turned immediately. Maya stood beside the escape duct that Kael was trying to clear. Her curvy frame was wrapped in the tattered remains of my arctic wolf pelt, and her cinnamon skin glowed with the pallor of mystical exhaustion. The blood pact runes on her right wrist flickered intermittently, sending bursts of her silver energy straight to my wounded core to keep my Lycan regeneration at its limit.

"Ella, I got lost looking for the moonpetal blossom, out in the valley west of the Moonsong lands. You know this terrain. Come get me, quick." My chest tightened on instinct. Then a sweet, girlish voice came through, clear as day. "Warren, let's make a bet. How long do you think it'll take her to get here? I say two hours." It was Maya. "I say one. She values me more than her own life. The second she hears I got lost in the mountains for her, she'll come flying." "All right, and if you win." Maya's voice dropped into something suggestive. "I'll agree to anything you ask. No conditions."

"Whatever else is true about how this started — the studio, the borrowed name, all of it — none of it would have led here without you finding your way back to me, eventually, and choosing to stay this time." They held each other a moment longer, and then Isabella stepped back, checking the time with visible reluctance. "It's almost time," she said. "Are you ready?" Wren looked at herself one final time in the mirror — Wren Calloway, restoration technician, granddaughter of silence finally broken, about to become, entirely on her own terms, something more as well — and felt, answering, a certainty that ran all the way to her bones. "I've been ready for a year," she said. "I just didn't know i

What if the wolves had been circling long before Eleanor ever set her trap? The back door to the cabin banged open, letting in a swirl of dead leaves and icy coastal air. Maya strode in, kicking off her muddy work boots in the entryway, balancing a wooden crate of dry birch kindling against her hip. She wore her faded chore jacket, her unruly auburn hair escaping a wool cap, her breath steaming in the draft.

Maya's POV There's nothing. No light. No sound. No sensation. Just... nothing. Is this death? Is this what happens when your heart stops? When everything you are just... ends? I try to feel for the bond with Alexei but there's nothing there. Try to sense my wolf but she's gone. Try to remember who I am but even that feels distant. Fading. Maya Rodriguez. I was Maya Rodriguez. Nineteen years old. Enhanced wolf. Daughter of monsters. Fighter. Survivor.

Maya knelt and touched a fallen shard of quartz, her violet eyes instantly flooding with a golden light as she shared the vision with the rest of us through the pack link. "She didn't leave because of a war, Mommy," Maya’s voice echoed in my head, sounding clear and melodic despite the light years between us. "She left because the resonance here was becoming too crowded. She was the pioneer who sought the mud of the Fringe to see if life could survive without the constant singing of the stars."