Mayfair Witches Novels & Stories

“Amelia, the only way to stay safe is to be with me. Along with my friends I will try to chase the demon away. However, for that I need to have an assurance that you will stay in this castle.” Amelia placed a trembling fingertip on her mouth. “There are more of your kind on this earth?” she croaked. “Yes,” he replied quietly. “They were there in the party you attended. The Tozhar Mik.” She gripped her throat and swallowed rapidly. Xavier had mentioned about those folks to her. They all had wings behind them and like a stupid, she thought that those wings were artificial appendages, something to make them stand apart from the crowd. But in reality, they were faes? She turned her head to the s

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.

Compared to the cold night air, a roof above her head is a blessing and she profusely thanked the other for saving her and bringing her here. “No problem, little one. I am Palio. And you?” “I’m Madison’” Madison caught herself in saying her full name. Of course, her family exiled her from her house. She is no longer a Wilde. She frowned and aggressively ate her dinner the other prepared. “Just April G.” “Little Miss April G, I see. A beginner witches.” Madison paused at that and turned to her. “How did you…” Palio smiled and placed a hand upon her chest and confidently answered. “I know a lot regarding your predicament. I will help you out. Also, you’re welcome to stay with me here, too. “Ap

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

Lucien nodded, “of course, I will call a meeting tomorrow. Let me draw up the paperwork then we can sign in front of our pack.” As I nodded I realized that we were both playing with a deck of cards that we didn’t know the hand to. I had no idea that Samantha was a witch. After judging Lucien’s reaction to her I don’t think he knew her full power. She had to be powerful. I had my own warlock and even he had told me her power while raw is massive.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

I had to win because we were up against Juvilan and Stacy’s team. "Let's throw a towel at your ex and your garbage cousin," Lore said. "Come here with me, Carmilla," Maurice said. These two are obvious! Seriously, are they using a couple heroes? Carmilla and Cecilion? What a corny pair, they are obviously in a relationship, but they are just keeping it hidden from us.

By the end of the year, she’d be married and soon after, she’d have a few young and live happily. She was the sweetest girl in our village. Everyone knows that. Mathis caught her jaw a bit more gently than he’d held mine, and slowly turned her face one way then the other. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, he made a disapproving clucking sound. “Here, ‘tis.” “What?” Mayor Marx asked. “This.” Mathis pointed to a dark freckle just below her ear lobe. “The kiss of the devil. A witch’s mark.”

the girl shouted in so much range. Maia was speechless at Renata's behavior. She felt love and accepted because first; she is not her friend, and they merely know each other, and second, she was just a half blooded wolf. Aside from Alcot, no one dares to stand for her.

She was now holding a cup of tea, casually sipping on it. Maya cleared her and pulled away, letting my wrist go. She glanced towards the couch and her expression changed. “She’s gone..” The brown-haired girl furrowed her brow. “What do you mean gone?” “I mean like gone, gone. Disappeared out of the face of the two worlds.”, Maya went to the single red couch – picking up a blue blanket sitting gloomily on it and folding it neatly, placing it on the side table beside the empty cup. “She has passed me,” She then looks on the other side and picked up the discarded book near the wooden stool, and dusted it off. “The torch or whatever you call it.” She now looks at Leah dead straight in the eye. “