Mayfair Witches Kindle Novels & Stories

I arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “Sorry, dear, I can’t read this language, so I’m literally pulling the words from the book and converting them into the witches’ Theban alphabet.” The magic flowed through the room, releasing a dusty scent that made me sneeze. “Don’t blame my spell—the servants could have at least cleaned the books before bringing them.” “True.” I sighed thoughtfully. “I’d like to speak with the maid who helped me read. Her voice sounds so kind in my memory… She felt more like a friend.”

My words were low, eyes sneaking a glance at Cameron who still appeared uninterested at whatever was going on behind him. “I’m guessing it’s the young man beside you” The voice of the lady followed, with eyes staring on at Cameron. Whenever she smiled, you would see a wrinkle pull at her eyes, but believe me, it was every delight beholding that. “Yes” I affirmed, giving a nod. “I am Martha” She had pulled out a hand for shake, eyes beaming on. “And this is my husband, Marcellus” She pointed to the figure next to her. A man with grey hair filling every bit of his head, and a beard that trailed all the way to his neck.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

Xavier I’m at home in the study; it was once my father's office when he was alive but has been collecting dust since his death. I am rummaging through books of werewolves history, hoping to find something recorded about bonds between witches and wolves. The need to go to her, to protect, keeps growing, but I don’t want it; I don’t want her. We must find a way to sever this bond. I grab the tenth book flipping through the pages, nothing. F**k, I toss the book across the room, my anger surging. That witch better figures this out. I run my hand through my hair before walking over to the book and picking it back up.

Every time we spoke about magic and witchcraft, she would lose control over herself and panic but this time she looked abnormally calm. I stared at her for a while and she looked completely calm from the outside but I could see the rising storm inside her eyes as I continued: “when you went out running, granny came out and showed me the journal” I looked at granny as she got the journal and put in front of Mia. Mia looked at the entry dated back in the 30s saying: “The Sinclair family have the book of shadows; I tried to get hold of it but failed”

' Tears ran down her cheeks as those thoughts reminded her of a lot of sad moment. The fever went down and Eleanor was a lot better, Miel prepared for her some soup for dinner. After finishing her dinner, she was alone in her room so she took the book that she hide below her cushion. The witch book wasn't found by anyone in the palace not even her maid, Eleanor made sure that no one would find it in case problem occurred. Because long ago witch were hunted by the human so she thought that it would be best for her safety to keep it secret. While she was immersed in her reading, the door knock. She quickly hide the book and said,

Mike The party is a glittering whirlwind of pretenses and whispered truths. I play my role to perfection, shaking hands, exchanging knowing glances, signing the contracts placed before me on a lectern with the pomp of a monarch. Each signature is a stamp on my power, sealed under the gaze of the one who believes she shares its source. I feel Tara's eyes on me, constant, burning. She is radiant. She is the king's wife, the goddess of the temple. She drinks in the homage, savors the envy of the other women. She believes she is reaching the goal.

"As you command, Alpha." He left, and I was alone again with my curse and my guilt. That night, I didn't sleep. I stood at my window, watching the stars wheel overhead, feeling the hollow ache in my chest pulse like a second heartbeat. Far away, in a place I'd never seen, something stirred. In Eldwyre Marsh, where the water ran black and the trees grew twisted, a young woman named Ilyra Morwen woke screaming. Magic burned through her blood, hot and unfamiliar. Power she'd never felt before ignited in her veins, setting her skin aglow with amber light.

A soft voice in the shadows, almost like it was inside my own head. "The Forbidden Witch has finally awakened."

“No. Just a kind warning. We’re in the modern age, not the age where money was nothing, want it or not, there are problems money can solve that your spells can’t.” She gave me a resigned look, “What do you want a witch for?” “Now, let's talk. The keeper has resurfaced, the library too. I want to find it,” Her brows furrowed, “The keeper?” Alarm bells went off in my head, “You don’t know about the keeper or his library?” “I do. I just forgot,” My ears tinged hearing her heart beat spike, like someone caught in a bad lie. “I never—” Just then the door burst open, she stopped, letting out a breath of relief.