Shadowhunters Maia Novels & Stories

The limit in which they were able to do anything for their alpha was alluring. “And this is my mate. Y’all knows her already I want y’all to accept her just the same way have accepted me. She would lead us. My mate, Amaia..” I stepped forward and stood beside Zyair. “Luna..” The wolves called and bow. I was standing on top of the towel and staring down at the thousands of wolves who were bowing at me. This was me. Amaia. I stare at my side, he smiled at me and took my hands in his. But then, the feelings that I had thought I had gotten rid of came back again. Hurting me just as it did the other time.

She thought Quinn to be a friend, what had she done wrong? Quinn snarled in her face, his eyes flashing to the yellow of his leopard form. “You have no idea what’s to come here Mya! Each day could be your last on this earth. Either that or Darren could think up some sick game to play with you or Remus could get bored of his new Pet and cast a spell on you to cause all manor of pain. You are not indispensable! None of us are! You have nothing to lose here but your life! We have more, we have loved ones here that are suffering while you think this is a game! This is no game Mya!” He gestured wildly to the other shifters that were stood around the matts. “Our main job here is to get you trained

“Fine. But only a few days, and you must inform me every time you arrive somewhere new, understand?” Maia gave a faint smile, then hugged her husband tightly. “Thank you. I’ll come home safely.” But in her heart, Maia knew she was not leaving to heal. She was leaving to arrange a war strategy. The black car sped along the winding road, cutting through thin fog and pine forests closing in on both sides. Maia drove herself, wearing a gray hoodie and simple long pants. Her face was bare, without makeup, but her gaze was sharp. Throughout the journey, her mind kept replaying that night’s events. The blood on her hands, Russell’s shattered face, and Juan’s trusting gaze.

“They have been waiting for you. I am Lyra’s daughter, the one she thought lost. My name is Maia. And it seems our destinies are now entwined.” She lowered her head, resting it on her paws, her golden eyes closing as she began the slow process of healing from a wound meant for a god. We had found our first ally. Not through diplomacy, but through an act of savage, unexpected sacrifice.

“I never touched you. But I loved you. Harder than I was allowed to.” The lights flickered again. My heart felt like it was in my throat. Maia looked between us—me, Ryn, the elevator, the hall, the darkness behind her own thoughts. She looked like someone standing at the edge of a cliff she’d jumped off once before. She straightened. “I need to see it. All of it. I need to know which of you were real and which parts were programmed.” “Maia—” I stepped in front of her this time. “If you go up there, they’ll activate the anchors. You’ll feel everything again at once—Aeron’s loss, Ryn’s longing, my—”

Wanting to comfort him after accidentally invading his memories, it rattled her when one minute he was there, and gone the next. Maia had explained to her that he was a shadow wolf, and could move between distances as long as there was a shadow. He'd skillfully used the shade of the oak tree to disappear and avoid her sympathy and questions. And she did have many questions. She suddenly felt very protective over her pack. What horrors did they endure up till now? Speaking of horrors, Liora had spent the rest of the day with Maia, overloaded with information about her coronation and duties as queen. Maia was a sweet soul, but she really needed to loosen up. Not every single detail had to be p

"Cedrick is with Catelyn now. Won't you stop thinking about them? I'll love you forever." Maia's eyes glittered with malicious intent, but she simply leaned into his embrace instead of saying anything. "Take me." Richard gulped upon hearing this and lifted her up before pinning her against the wine cabinet. A heavy scent of blood filled the room. Just as Richard and Maia were indulging in pleasure, Maia felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen and felt blood coursing down her thighs. Richard seemed to have noticed it, too, and hurriedly carried her to the bed.

Lonut asks, his eyes roaming over every edge and curve of my body. Mihai smiles like he knew the question was coming, his hand wrapping around my hip and pulling me closer to him. “Her name is Mae williams, her father is the hunter who has been trying to track us down for years.” his voice is thick with humour, though i do not find it funny at all. If only my father had succeeded and destroyed them all. All three of their eyes turn black at the mention of my father and my name, it is clear that they know exactly who i am and what my family has done.

The shadows obeyed… for now. She stepped back from the circle, chest tight, and returned to her seat. Malick’s eyes followed her, dark and protective, silently warning the Crows to stay away. The rest of the lesson passed in a haze. Professor Maiven called another student to the front, but Sierra barely registered the words. The pulse of her summoned shadow still hummed faintly, echoing in her chest. When the final rune-chime rang, chairs scraped back, voices rose again, and motion returned to the classroom.

She didn't move to touch it, but her eyes went to the symbols anyway, and her expression shifted in recognition, or close to it. "A woman of silver blood," I said, "born low and forged in fire, will either crown a new age or burn the old one to ash. I've spent eleven years chasing that sentence, Gina. Eleven years, and then a scullery maid appears in the Lycan palace and the oldest wards in this kingdom light up around her like she was expected." "That doesn't mean it's me." "Doesn't it?" I tilted my head. "You transformed a set of standing stones outside a royal forest without meaning to. You've unraveled two grown women's minds without laying a hand on them.