Queen Maeve Novels & Stories

he said, lips brushing her temple. “For what?” He stroked her belly. “To carry my seed.” Her breath hitched. “And if I do?” “You’ll be my queen. You’ll bear the first tideborn in centuries. No god will touch you. No creature dare hunt you. You’ll be worshipped beneath every trench and reef until the world ends.” Maeve looked into his golden eyes. And nodded. “Then fuck me again,” she whispered. “And don’t stop until your seed takes.”

The healer, a gentle woman named Maeve, looked up from the small parchment she’d been scribbling on and smiled at me. “You look nervous, my queen,” she said softly. I gave a shaky laugh. “Is it that obvious?” Maeve chuckled. “A little. But it’s understandable. This sort of visit tends to make one anxious... especially if the answer could change everything.” I swallowed hard. 'change everything,' Those two words alone nearly made me dizzy again. She walked closer and rested a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “You said you’ve been tired, nauseous, dizzy, and have had some sensitivity to smell?”

His children came in his place: the second prince, Maverick, and Maeve, the king’s beloved daughter. Xaden had been the first prince of the Bluestone Pack and Syzar’s best friend, but he died during the siege, leaving Maverick as the next heir. Their entrance into the royal throne room stirred whispers. They stood proud, their dark brown hair and matching blue eyes unmistakably their father’s. Maeve wore a sunflower-yellow dress with a gold diadem and jeweled circlets that proclaimed her status. Her brother, leading her, was dressed in fine silk, a dark jacket adorned with the blue stones of their pack insignia.

I fed her some of mine to seal her wound completely. ******* We had gotten to the castle, and I had my room prepared for Maeve to sleep off the rest of the drug. I had the maids prepare a concoction to speed the process because by early dusk, the King would address them briefly, and she needed to be there. I was already making my way back to her to see if she'd settled in, but at that moment, two maids from my mother's quarters came to me. "The Queen says to call you."

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

With a whisper. I look up at Elara. “Maeve was her friend.” “More than a friend.” Elara’s voice drops lower. “They were mates.” My blood turns to ice. “Mates? But Kael said—” “Kael was her guard. He did not know the full truth.” Elara sits beside me, her aged hands covering mine. “Your mother and Maeve were fated mates. But Maeve wanted power more than love. When your mother refused to share the throne, Maeve turned on her. She found a witch who could break the mate bond. It cost Maeve half her soul. That is why she needs blood magic now. She is incomplete.”

I'm not sure why I'm surprised by this, but I am. Seyla smiles at me and nudges me with her elbow. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Maeve. Breathe" she says jokingly. I force a laugh and we start walking. "Do you braid your hair yourself? Can you teach me how to braid? I've never been good at braids, and my dads weren't either." the bubbly red-head, Lyra, practically shouts at me. I look at her. She's pretty. Really pretty. But I can already tell her energy will be an absolute nightmare.

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

Queen Zakyra, the Queen of Poziarne, who had the affinity of fire, the Unburnt Queen— who yielded fire at her finger tips and was burning in fire. The smell of rotten corpse burning spread in the air and their blood curling wails intensified. Avalyn's heart had slowed down. She was bleeding way too much. Her mouth was open and a drop of blood leaked out and a sob lodged in my throat. Her eyes were open and were loosing it's light. No. No. No.