When Does Aelin Get Captured By Maeve Novels & Stories

Elias sat beside us, his strong arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his broad chest. “And if anyone threatens you or Matthew…” His voice was low, deadly. “I’ll finish what you started. Without hesitation.” I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the three around me. The familiar scent. The strength. The obsessive and deep love. I was no longer the woman tied up on the cruise. I was no longer the bleeding fugitive through the night. I was no longer the victim of the past. I was Maeve Sinclair. And I was tired of being afraid.

"No, please, you can't—" The guards didn't wait for me, as they grabbed my arms, dragging me toward the door despite my struggles to break free from them. I looked back desperately at Solaya, who was still clinging to Alistar, but there was something in her eyes that made my blood freeze. A moment of satisfaction which was quickly hidden behind her tears. She had planned this. All of it. The night air was cool against my skin as they dragged me through the forest. I could smell the smoke from the bonfire long before I saw it, and my stomach clenched with terror as I realized what was happening.

He barely flinched. “Roofline!” one of the guards shouted. But there was no one on the roof anymore—just the echo of footsteps, fading fast. Maerin was gone. The scent of burned metal hung in the air—the remnants of a powder sigil. Whoever they were, they’d come prepared. Draven’s eyes met Elaria’s. “You all right?” She nodded once, sharp. “They weren’t aiming to kill.” His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Primo exclaimed mentally and clicked! Right after he click, all the lights turn off suddenly, some of the ladies screamed at the sudden lost of current, shocking Primo that he lost his balance but before he can fall, he felt an arm wrap around his waist. It wasn't that dark, he can see who did it and it's no other than Allen, who's now staring through him. Allen's eyes are so blue and inviting, it's alluring.

Evelyn, The crystal shattered in my hand. A fine line of blood traced the cut on my palm, but I didn’t feel it. All I felt was the creeping, rising chaos pounding in my chest like a second heartbeat. Not only Alessandro rejected me on my face but also Cosette failed to do one goddamn thing. “They’re going to her,” whispered one of the witches behind me, her voice barely audible over the thrum of magic in the room. “The villagers… the wolves. They’re all going to Mauve.”

Because he knows I don’t trust him. “Take care of yourself, Maeve,” he says quietly as he stalks away with Fenrir at his side. I watch as they disappear out of sight, and when I return my gaze to the group, Luca is staring at me. I know he watched me watch Callan walk away. Immediately shame coils up my face and I look away. Seyla ignores whatever is going on, and loops her arm through mine. “Let’s get you back to your room. You look like shit.”

she was going to look for me she would have at least come over so where we held the meetings for the incoming battle and not here a deserted wood. He continued with his last breath saying that from the moment they saw her there was something suspicious about her but they did not really care too much and just approach her as they normally do it was then that they exchanged some words with her, they were able to figure out that she was planning something against Maeve and then she sent her guards on them and he was the only one that had managed to escape though with severe injuries.

A feminine voice commanded as the portal opened up in front of Hael, and then she was there, standing in front of him, the woman he destroyed thousands for, Maeve. "Mate," he purred as the striking lady stormed through the opening, marching straight up to his towering frame. Hael was completely unprepared for the force of her fury as Maeve unleashed her anger, hitting him with magic so potent he was knocked off his feet. Valenar used that distraction to lower his shield so that both Raeann and he could go to Shadow and Bella, wasting no time putting it back up as soon as Raeann ran over. He wasn't taking any chances.

The first spear slammed into the courtyard, shattering stone and bodies alike. Jayden roared, dragging Ivy and Aelin to cover, but even he couldn’t block them all. One jagged shard flew straight for Aelin’s chest— —and Maelor caught it. His claws tore into the obsidian, shattering it midair. Blood ran down his arm, but his silver eyes locked on hers with a burning intensity. “You can’t run from this, Aelin,” he growled. “Either you choose to seal the Veil—or you choose to rule what comes through it.”