Queen Maeve Novels & Stories

“Yesterday evening, Mother Maeve was brought before the Inner Circle." My chest tightened slightly. Mother Maeve was the territory's revered pack seer—a blind old she-wolf whose visions had guided East Lake for three generations. "What does Maeve have to do with this?" I asked, my voice dropping into a cautious register. "Everything," another Elder chimed in, his eyes wide. "When your name and Dr. Quinn's name were spoken in the same breath before her, the old she-wolf went completely rigid. Her clouded eyes rolled white, and she delivered a prophecy that has shaken the Council to its core."

“Your Majesties.” Fae turned and smiled when she saw Viktor. She immediately went to him and put a hand on his shoulder as she leaned into him. “Darling, this is Maevis. She was my old guide growing up. She’s incredibly powerful and one of the few who were kind to me before I became your queen,” Fae explained. “I was shocked when I saw her here. I wasn’t expecting it. We just spent the last hour catching up.” Viktor inclined his head.

From the deep, black shadows of the western terrace limestone walls, a single, elegant figure emerged, her high heels clicking softly, deliberately against the debris-strewn floor. It was Maeve. Her long silk dress was torn at the hem, her perfect hair slightly disheveled, but her face was twisted into an expression of pure, venomous ecstasy. She wasn't alone. Backed by a rogue security detail of eight heavy assets whose uniforms bore no corporate markings, she walked into the center of the terrace light. But it wasn't the rogue security detail that made my heart completely stop beating. To my absolute horror, Maeve’s left hand was wrapped tightly into the thick, dark hair of a visibly terri

Nothing changes. Not the way he treats me. Not the way others see me. Even the maids whisper. Their voices low But not low enough. I hear them. I always do. I sit on the edge of my bed. My thoughts drift back to the Queen Mother. Worry settles in my chest. She is the only one who treats me with genuine kindness. Her And Queen Viola. Everyone else Feels distant. Cold. Or dangerous. The night stretches on. Quiet. Still. Peaceful on the surface.

The old woman did not flinch. Not at Nia’s size, not at her scars, not at the gold eyes watching her from beneath a heavy brow. Maeve walked forward until only a few feet separated them. “You are Nia,” she said. Nia stared. Maeve pressed a hand to her own chest. “I am Maeve Rook. I knew your mother.” The garden went silent. Nia’s claws flexed once against the grass. “Mama,” she said. “Elowen,” Maeve answered. “Her name was Elowen Reed.”

Maeve broke the silence first. "So..." Nobody answered. She looked around the fire. "...Are we really going to spend three days together without knowing each other's names?" "We know the names," Selene muttered. "I meant the people." "I think she's right." Cassian smiled faintly. Maeve clapped once. "I'll go first." She tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "I'm Maeve Hollow…My family runs a healing lodge in the Eastern Valleys." She smiled at the flames. "When I was little...I used to cry every time someone got hurt."

He flinched, his head ducking down as he subconsciously prepared for a strike, a boot, or a cold executioner’s blade. Instead, a commanding shadow fell over him, smelling heavily of rich spices, hearth fire, and dried elderberry. Maeve stepped past the vanguard, carrying a steaming pewter cup of venison and rosemary broth. She didn't possess the soft, unblemished youth of the younger lines; Maeve carried the mature, formidable beauty of a woman in her mid-forties, though truth be told, she was centuries older. As the main witch of the castle kitchens, her word was absolute law in the lower rings, and she carried herself with the unyielding authority of a matriarch.

And soon we were on the road. **** Home coming was perfect. Everything went so well. Makaila and I we're voted home coming King and Queen but because Makaila doesn't like all the attention, I told them to cancel the King and Queen dance. I already had another surprise for her. We ended the program by midnight. I told the driver to drop Rita and Nigel, hopefully they don't have sex in my car. I hailed a taxi and took Makaila with me. "Where are we going?" She asked. I grinned at her.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Ann sighed and pursed her lips as she made her way back over to the bed and perched on the side. 'There's a good Queen,' Maeve purred teasingly, in a voice that would usually be reserved for praising a small child, 'Now, almost there... lift your legs up... that's it... now your other leg…Oh my! What a clever little Queen you are.' 'Fuck off Maeve.' Ann snapped as she settled back into the pillows moodily, 'If only I could.' Maeve sighed wistfully as she settled herself back down and exhaled happily.