Novels by melissamcafee.gg

Meanwhile, Layla was hard at work. She may not be as strong of a witch as the others but she had a few unique gifts. One was research, she always managed to find information that other people could not. It was why she was the youngest witch to be tasked with teaching magic to the coven’s children. Another, she could sense magic in other people. Turns out almost everyone has a touch of magic in them. Layla always figured it was because we all came from the Universe and its magic. “Think about it like this, “ she said to her classroom one day “if magic wasn’t in all of us, how do you explain the internet or cellphones or HALF of the scientific discoveries we have had”Those men were magic and they had a lot of it. But, they didn’t act like it. Typically, when someone knows they have magic, their demeanor changes. You become more because you know there is more. Even you become one of those people that abuse your magic, you still become more. They truly seemed to be …mundane. Ye

The trio made their way out of the café and to the Twin’s vehicle. Good grief, do they really drive this? I get that they own a club, but this is a little much. I don’t know much about cars, but it was a mini limousine complete with chauffeur. They opened up the backseat and Lucian entered first. Lorian motioned for me to enter next the Lorian took his spot next to me and closed the door.Lucian instructed their chauffeur to take them home and raised the divider giving us a sense of privacy. Once the screen was up, soft lights along the ceiling illuminated the backseat. The windows were so dark you could barely see out and the seats were an incredibly soft leather that didn’t stick to your skin.There was more than enough room for each of us to sit wide legged and still have space between us. Yet, we sat close to each other as if this was what we always did. Feeling them pressed against me made my clothes feel too tight. I wanted to be free from these constraints. They seemed to

Lorian moved his hand further up Zalindra’s thigh, bringing her back to the problem at hand. As much as she enjoyed herself that night, this could not happen again. She had obligations to the coven that made…all of this beautiful mess….a firm no.“Look fellas” Zalindra started then stopped. For the first time in her life, she was at a loss for words. Mostly because she did not truly know what she wanted to do right now. It took her a moment, but she found a train of thought “I went into that unbelievably, incredible night because of your reputation. You love them and leave them, right?”Lucian and Lorian exchanged a look that Zalindra couldn’t quite read. If she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn they were speaking telepathically. That could not be the case. Telepathy, even for twins, was high magic. It involves complete access to another’s mind and is not to be used lightly. I have a telepathic link with Layla that I established when we were kids. It was the first sign

The incense smoke curled languidly through the air, twirling its way around gemstone towers and flickering candle flames. Zalindra sat behind the counter of her metaphysical shop, a quaint paradise of mystic oddities where crystals glimmered like stars trapped in glass jars, and the scent of sage and spices whispered tales of forgotten magic.“Another day selling mysteries to the curious minds of those who find magic to be a novelty” Zalindra murmured to herself, absentmindedly adjusting a row of tarot decks on the shelf. Her thoughts drifted back to her evening with the twins. She had not been that satisfied in a very long time. That was the best sex and best night’s sleep she has ever had…ever.Her musings were interrupted by the gentle chime of the doorbell. Layla, her coven sister and best friend, swept into the shop with the energy of a spring breeze. Her platinum blonde hair shimmered under the soft lights, making her look like a celestial being gracing us with her presence.“Yo

The moon hung heavy and full, casting a silvery glow over the ancient woods that whispered secrets of forgotten time. Zalindra, wrapped in a cloak of midnight blue, approached the hidden path that wound its way to the heart of the Coven of Eldridge — her sanctuary since childhood and now, the orchestrator of a future she hadn't chosen.The grand entrance to the coven's meeting hall loomed before her, its towering oak doors etched with runes and guarded by two silent sentinels — statues of entwined serpents, eyes of obsidian glinting in the moonlight. As she stepped forward, the sentinels seemed to stir, acknowledging her presence with a silent nod of stone as the doors whispered open.Inside, the hall was alive with the glow of candlelight. Shadows danced across walls adorned with tapestries capturing the coven's storied past — battles fought, alliances formed, and mystical rites conducted under the gaze of celestial patrons. At the far end, the High Council of Eldridge sat poised on

In the dimly lit haze of the club, the rhythmic thump of bass-heavy music pulsed through Zalindra's veins like an unrelenting drumbeat. Neon lights painted color across the swaying bodies on the dance floor. She found herself leaning against the polished wooden bar, the only anchor in a club filled with drifting souls and intoxicating beats. Another night to let go, a temporary escape from the suffocating expectations of the coven.Zalindra’s eyes scanned the room, searching for nothing and everything. She had been consumed with this restless feeling for months. Nothing and no one could satisfy her. As heir to her coven's throne, she was burdened with antiquated traditions that seemed to march out of the Dark Ages. Marry to maintain the lineage's strength. Produce heirs. Sustaining the power was critical, they said, but who exactly wanted to get hitched in this day and age? Passionately, Zalindra envisioned herself as more of a warrior than a bride—a resolute protector, not a pampe