Queen Maeve Novels & Stories

I interrupt Noah. He shivers in fear and nods, “Yes. It started as a simple tour until I was attracted to a shining light, it was only when I touched the light that I realized it was a casket. An energy emerged from it and introduced herself as Maeve, an ancient witch who has been stuck in the casket for years. She said that she wants us to set her free so she can complete her dream.” Maeve can be so delusional, that she still believes that she has a dream to share with Zane. It is quite unfortunate that I will not partake of this task to set Maeve free, I plan to eradicate her energy before she breaks free.

’ He replied, making me think about Aurora again. ‘I chose Jade, and you need to get over it, especially when we mark each other after becoming King and Queen.’ I ended the link before he could even reply. I was just walking around the garden ruins thinking about Aurora and how much I suppose I do miss her, was the rejection a mistake? Could I take it back or has it been too long? Jade is the right call to become queen. Why, was I now only thinking about this after all this time? I suddenly looked up at the woman who could make me King, she had said something to me, but I was in such a deep thought that I didn’t even hear what she said.

She didn't want to die. Maggie walked down from the Altar and handed the microphone over to Anna before heading to sit beside Madeline who sat a few seats away from us and they began to converse in whispers. Anna unlocked her phone and placed it close to the microphone. I instantly knew it was a voice recording that she was about to play. “ Now listen attentively because this is the most vital of all I want to tell you tonight. Maeve is the daughter of Alpha Stragov of Crescent Moon Pack,” The exact thing Madeline told me last night boomed out the hall speaker and everyone gasped in shock.

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

Mia said as she brushed past Isabelle, her warriors following after her. Meanwhile, the Queen and King spoke privately in the gardens. The Queen was worried about her son, but most importantly, she was worried about his relationship with Maeve. She loved Maeve like she was her own daughter and the thought of Xaden breaking her heart didn’t sit right with her. Despite these negative test results, which were most likely false, Maeve was Xaden’s fated mate, and breaking that bond would be detrimental to them both. “What is on your mind, dearest?” The King asked, noticing the Queen’s indifference.

Troy Well, I was still alive. I hadn't been sure what to expect when we finally reached Maeve's homeland, but I thought Maeve would have been more at peace. Instead, I watched her crumble at the edge of her parents' bed, the moonstones in her hands, realizing the act of bringing them together hadn't worked. That had been the first time I met her mother, the famous White Queen Rosalie… my future mother-in-law, if Ethan didn't kill me before a wedding could take place.

I knew that even as a child. I had watched flowers bloom beneath her fingertips. I had seen her heal wounded animals and create light from nothing more than a whispered word. Yet Oberon’s name frightened her. “Why does he want us?” I asked once. Maeve had been brushing my hair. Her hand stopped. “He doesn’t want us, Darling.” I turned toward her. “Then what does he want?” Her beautiful silver eyes met mine through the mirror. “Something he believes belongs to him.” “What?” She touched my cheek.

Lea told Maeve to count to a hundred and twenty then come out. Maeve stood there, counting, with a million thoughts running through her mind. At first she was nervous, after all she's just eighteen and here she was making a lifetime commitment. Then she remembered that this is Daddy and she was already committed to him for life. This was just a new curve in the road. Peace settled over her and her shoulders relaxed, a small smile curved her lips just as she reached the end of her count. She put her hand on the door knob and it opened inwards on her. Maeve jumped back, startled.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

He was playing the role of her knight in shining amour and had to act as such. He hesitated ever so briefly and then stood tall. "Very well then, we must go and rally the warriors. Come Jake. Let us show White Claw that we are not scared. Let me show Alpha Bain he will not be able to take Maeve away from us so easily, like he did her parents." More bullshit spewed from his treacherous tongue. Maeve... so that was her name. At the thought of her parents I could see the sadness grow in her eyes. Fucking liar! It was he who took her parents so viciously from this world.