Yotsuba Maya Novels & Stories

Toby roared, holding up the creature. ​Maya wasn't playing. She sat on the heated marble floor, sorting Lego bricks. She had three distinct piles: red, blue, and yellow. Her tiny brow was furrowed in a look of weary concentration. ​"The man said these are for us to keep," Maya said quietly, her eyes on a tiny plastic hinge. ​"Which man, Maya?" Bella asked. ​"The one with the watch," Maya replied. "He didn't smile. But he gave Toby the dragon."

Maya leaned back against the tree. Her eyes closed briefly. She looked tired. Not worn down. Just softer somehow. Different. Again. That feeling returned. Stronger this time. I frowned. Maya opened one eye. "Why are you staring at me?" "I'm not." "You are." I pointed at a butterfly. "Maybe I was staring at that." "The butterfly is behind me." "...I knew that." She laughed. I smiled. Then frowned again. Something definitely felt weird. Over the next few days, it kept happening.

We surge across the plain and tear into the enemy. Somehow, Rowen, Alex, and I end up beside Tomas, Zoe, and Kaia. Tomas is wielding his gift—super strength—and cutting a swath through the field like a walking battering ram. Their trio makes sense now: Zoe controls earth, Kaia commands stone, and Tomas is as unbreakable as granite. The Moon Goddess has a poetic streak. Zoe and Kaia fight with handfuls of dirt and rock, shaping them into weapons mid-strike. I wonder what would happen if they fought barefoot. Something to test—after we survive this.

"If we can get these to take root in the ash, the Frost-Wraiths won't be able to reform. We’re taking the fight to the soil." "Be careful, Leo," I said, hugging my son. "The earth is still soft. Don't push the resonance too hard." Toby was a silver blur as he zipped around the transport, his kinetic energy nearly breaking the sound barrier in his excitement. "We'll be back by the first snow, Dad! The North is going to be green again!". Maya watched them leave from her seat on the obsidian dais. She looked different since her descent into the Mantle: her violet eyes held a permanent, golden glow, and her presence felt like it was anchored several miles deep into the planet's crust.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

“I met your Obetta.” Abigail stiffened, her fingers tightening around her book. “Obetta? Where?” “At a boutique,” Maya said casually. “She came in like she owned the place. Told the manager to clear out all the customers so she could shop in peace.” Abigail rolled her eyes, a sharp sound of disbelief leaving her throat. “That sounds exactly like her.” Maya’s lips curved. “I didn’t move.” The words made Abigail blink. “You… what?” “I stayed right where I was,” Maya said, her voice calm but steady. She recounted the scene the command, the stunned manager, the staff approaching her, and finally Obetta herself confronting her. Abigail listened with wide eyes, each word drawing her deeper into th

I had absolutely forgotten that she had a twin since I had been so busy trying to get information on Ryu. “How dare a lowly maid like you speak to us?” “We are all maids; there’s no higher position except chief maiden, which now belongs to Alpha Ryu’s personal maiden. I owe my respect to only her.” Laughter erupted from the room, followed by the sounds of clanking metals and groans of pain. “What is happening here?” I slammed the door open. Behold five ladies holding Margaret down to a table, pans and pots in their hands as they mop her face and body with them.

“Show them.” Maya’s throat went dry. The little toy buzzed faintly in her hand, light and deceptively innocent. She looked at the screen, at the scrolling comments begging, coaxing, cheering them on. Her pulse hammered in her ears. Zoe leaned close, lips brushing her ear. “All you have to do is turn it on.” Maya stared at the toy for another long moment—then, with a trembling breath, she clicked the button. A low hum filled the air.

I bounced on the nearby chair and put my legs on the center table which was so unlike of a typical princess, according to mum. “I’m Maya and I’m going to make the first space ship that will be able to carry everyone in the world!” She suddenly let out, with her head up high in the air. If anything, I admired her boldness. She seemed so smart for her age. “Wow, outrageous! How old are you?” I asked her, so amused. She dropped the test tube she was holding and removed her goggles. “I'm 12, your highness. Sorry, Zara. I’ll be 13 next year,” she let out.

"Mom, tell Oliver to mind his business" a blonde haired girl with sea blue eyes, tall, very tall and slender shouted while running down the stairs. A tall boy who looks to be a head taller than the girl, same eyes, same face, same lips, same everything sprinted after her down the stairs. The girl ran into the kitchen and hugged from behind a tall slender woman with blonde hair, who was busy cooking in the kitchen.