Lives Of The Mayfair Witches Novels & Stories

May’s POV Working as a protege and living under Queens roof has been an utmost blessing to me , I have grown in my talents and has learnt a lot. I do run errands for her , like those little things that she needs for her spells for the past six years and in return she takes care of me , Let’s me stay in her mansion and gives me all I want in life after be g abandoned by my daemon family , well am a witch now.

Together, the three of them hastened out of the house in search of this witch Alfred spoke about. • After a long tiring journey, they got to the witch's place and immediately Grey stepped in, the witch smiled. "Greetings, Verne. Dark emperor of the demon world," she greeted to the astonishment of Grey and everyone with him. • Maya stood up from the bed after a nap. As she turned on the doorknob, Gwen's voice jolted her. "Where are you going?" She asked. "I just want some air," she replied. "Alright," Gwen replied and watched her leave.

One elder I recognized to be from the Strongholm family voiced out. I frowned, wondering what they were playing at. I have never seen Maya shift in front of me so I knew nothing about her wolf being silver but I refuse to listen to people slander her saying she is cursed. She has brought Joy into my life, making me feel emotions I have never felt before. " Says who she is, a cursed Silver wolf? Do you have evidence of your claim?" I shot back. My eyes connected with Maya's and she shook her head,fear evident in her green emerald orbs.

I continued, “From a vixen to a wench.” “From a whore to a wench.” Pertrece corrected, “Soon to be chef.” She poured the wine into my cup, “I've laid with my fair share of married men. From farmers to traveling lords. It's not something I'm entirely proud of.” I accepted the cup, confused about the coolness that seeped from the cup. “It's cold.” “I prefer my wine chilled.” I took a tentative sniff. It didn’t smell off. Curious enough, I took a small sip.

Not just banish it, but kill it and send it hurtling to hell, where it belonged. The memories of her life as Clarissa were still revealing themselves, sneaking up to her at any given time of day. It still felt like a dream at certain moments, but then the reality of it would hit her like a ton of bricks. She had lived that life; she had suffered the indignities of Magnus and Mary's vendetta against witches. It was up to her to end this evil and protect Mathilda's precious Esther, who never knew the joy of even growing into womanhood. Sighing, she closed the book she had been reading, moved it aside and pulled the next one closer, when she heard Eli whisper behind her. She noticed that the fe

Chapter 148 The main hall of the sorcerers' mansion was vast and silent. Runes floated in the air, shimmering like small suns trapped in threads of smoke. The bluish flames danced in the torches, casting shadows that writhed on the walls. Maya walked among them with a heavy heart—each step echoing like a weight on her soul. The sorcerers followed her, in formation. None of them dared to overtake her. To them, she was no longer a woman, nor a wolf, nor a hybrid—she was the Queen of Origins, the goddess who had awakened to command balance and end the cycle of war.

“Her name is Maya.” He didn’t respond, just gave a single slow nod, as if waiting for the rest. “She’s a Flare Witch.” His reaction was immediate. Brows lifting. Jaw tightening. His voice lowered. “That’s not funny.” “I’m not joking,” I said. “She’s real. Alive. And she’s one of them.” Christian shot me a look, half disbelief, half… something I couldn’t quite name. “That’s impossible. The Flare Witches were wiped out 2 centuries ago. Completely. That’s pack history.”

I thrashed, screamed, begged—but the witch only grinned, watching with sick delight. “You’re going to die down here,” she whispered, her voice eerily calm. “Nothing can kill me. Not even fire.” She leaned in closer, her breath ice-cold against my burning skin. “But dare…” she paused, savoring the moment, “someone will pay the cost. Someone always does.” Then, with one final, gleeful chuckle, she turned the crank. The grinding intensified. My screams filled the burning house, but no one was there to hear them. And before I knew it—everything went dark.

“It was twenty years ago. Back when I was young and naive. I had just traveled to your time searching for my friend and I had escaped my evil family. It was so hard to adjust to this day and age. Five hundred years had passed and everything had changed. I found my old home in shambles and It was completely deserted. It took a long while to make it liveable again and the forest to the south was still shrouded in darkness. My mother and my sisters were responsible for making it this way. Something went wrong and her dark magic went out of control. In their attempts to make me evil the spell backfired and it shrouded the forest in darkness. My family became victims of their own curse and when I

Alea and I, who had been swept away by the emotional moment of realizing she was still alive and happy, suddenly remembered that we were with our respective partners. "Uh, sorry. Please come in. Let's talk inside," I replied, then opened the door widely. Kyle and his wife entered, while I couldn't stop staring at her, who couldn't possibly still be alive. She had clearly died two years ago. The council had planned it all, and I, stupidly, believed that they had actually helped Alea recover from her illness. In fact, they didn't. They hired a witch to execute my innocent Alea. If I had confirmed and even buried Alea back then, then who was this woman? Did she just look like her?