Queen Maeve Novels & Stories

The air shimmered like heat waves, and suddenly there was a presence in the room. A woman materialized. Impossibly beautiful, with features that hurt to look at directly. Pointed ears. Eyes like starlight. Power radiating from her in waves that made my wolf growl defensively. "Hello, Xavier," she said. Her voice sounded like music and breaking glass simultaneously. "I am Queen Maeve of the Fae realm. We need to talk about your Void problem." I'd called security before she finished speaking. Armed guards surrounded us within seconds, weapons trained on the intruder.

I asked. “They are not attacking in large numbers, your majesty. According to the reports, they could barely see the men attacking, but Queen Maeve is the one controlling them; she is the one giving the orders. She was the one who burned down the crops,” the reporter said. I sighed. Maeve is going to really send me to an early grave; why is she doing this? What did Aelle promise her? Why is she doing all that he asks her to do? She even married that dick; he is filled with so much chaos.

I say, before shooting my mother a glare from across the room and leaving. In the hallway I come face to face with Maeve Norrix, daughter of Bryce Norrix, leader of the Undying Moon Coven. Her full red lips are on me before I can fully take her in. Her arms wrap around me in a possessive hold, and her tongue slips into my mouth with a moan of desire. I feel her body press against mine and almost give in to the feeling before shoving her away harshly. “Dammit Maeve, what the fuck?” I groan out, pissed at myself for almost giving in to her again. She’s smart and she’s a good fuck, but she’s far too selfish and manipulative for me to ever trust her to be queen.

"As long as she's sworn to secrecy. I really don't feel like explaining this to anyone else until I understand what's going on myself. Especially if they get pissed off by hearing about it from her first." "You wouldn't believe the secrets that girl can keep. She is my daughter, you know," Sylvia replied with a wink. I smiled and nodded my head. "Of course. But, can I ask why?" "You'll see," Sylvia replied as she waved her hand in a 'come in' motion, and the door to the office opened to reveal Maeve standing there just about ready to knock. Maeve grew up to be a beautiful young woman. Her band colored skin made her light blue eyes sparkle, and she had her mom's natural indigo blue hair color

Sarah’s limbs felt stiff as she was led to a soft, red velvet armchair and sat down. The square table in front of her was also draped in understated, luxurious red velvet, creating a striking visual contrast with the table’s jade-like luster—a sight of breathtaking beauty. Exquisitely prepared dishes, arranged on silver platters, lay on the table, looking so tempting they made one’s mouth water. Moreover, the most eye-catching sight was a bottle of Lafite held by Adrian. He opened it and poured the deep red wine into a stemmed glass set before her.

Capital City’s most refined matriarchs emerged trembling and red-nosed, their designer hairstyles ruined, wrapped in dirty, yellowed canvas packing blankets provided by the technicians. Lady Vance was weeping openly as paramedics helped her into an ambulance. "Atrocious! Barbaric! She locked us in a freezing dungeon!" she sobbed into a news microphone. "I will never step foot near an Eleanor Sinclair event again!" Eleanor brought up the rear, shivering violently, her lips blue, her makeup smeared down her pale cheeks like dark tear tracks. As she reached the top of the stone stairs, her eyes caught her phone screen, which had finally reconnected to the network.

"Open the gate." "That is quite enough, King Lucas." A melodious voice echoed from the courtyard inside, and the gates creaked open slowly. Queen Maeve of Silvana was standing across from me, dressed in a white dress that rivaled the snow. There was a silver crown resting upon her long dark hair. Her amber eyes swept over the beaten guards on the ground before settling on me with an amused smirk. "You certainly know how to make an entrance," Maeve said, taking a step forward.

Maeve screamed hysterically as she felt my presence and the pain flowing through the remnants of our mate bond. Her eyes were forced open. There were no gray irises left. Only terrifying black vortices. “LET GO OF ME! YOU’LL DIE!” she screamed, struggling. “Then we die together!” I roared right in front of her face, tightening my grip on her hands until my knuckles turned white. “I’m your Sword Bearer! Did you really think I’d run away and leave my Queen while she’s being tortured?!” Maeve’s body trembled violently in my hands. Bloody tears continued streaming down her cheeks.

It didn't help much. — I got up, pulled on the blue suit, and made my way to the hall for the meeting. Alphas from every clan were already gathered, filling the room with that particular tension a room full of powerful men always carries — too much posture, not enough patience. "Welcome, dearest friends. Let's begin," I said. "Let's welcome my future queen, Maevyn Vale, former Luna of Crescent Veil." Mae came through the crowd in a flowing velvet gown, a small tiara catching the light, moving with the kind of practiced grace that made the whole room quiet down on its own. She crossed to stand beside me.

Maybe she knew about that Oracle or maybe she knew his bride. The thought of finally meeting his bride made his chest tight, it made him panic oddly. Maeve felt so stupid the moment she heard Ascian's name. She had come here to rescue her niece despite the Elders warning her not to. Ascain was one of the elders of the Sacred Land. Maeve had thought that she had outsmarted an Oracle like Ascian when she had asked her for a permit to go outside the Sacred Land and Ascian had approved with a coy smile without any objection.