Mayfair Witches Novels & Stories

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

“Yes, a witch in human disguise in our midst. A powerful witch that should not have access to being around us like this, that should not have gotten close enough to gain access to a powerful wolf that she could use as her vessel to do wrong. That type of witch.” “Give me the name,” I pressed. “Who is this witch exactly that dared to come into my grounds and cause such havoc?” Mikhail stared at me with lips tugged into a frown, then he parted his lips and answered, “Claire Willows.” He stated. “Anthony’s chosen mate.”

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

' Alec asks, concerned. They stand on either side of me, holding an arm each. 'Have I ever told either of you how hot you both are?' I say, swaying with a big smile on my face. Damon, May, Sir Hugo and the others step into the foyer to see what is happening. Maia laughs nervously, 'So, we made a star portal and went to Wolfwell. One of the little fairy children thought it would be funny to put Maia under the effect of fairy dust,' she explains.

She paused and looked between all the women. It was not nice to introduce them all. Claire needed to know who she would be working with. "This is Zoe, she's one of the last powerful witches." Abigail pointed to a short woman who had eyes like that of cherry; red with a splotch of black swirling in it. Her eyes were intriguing, to say the least. It was alluring, it seemed to suck people's would in it. Claire heard a shift beside her and found an uncomfortable look on Mia's face. She was not comfortable being in the same room with so many witches.

NOVA I recognized one of those witches who came—Maren, the Supreme witch's most trusted subordinate. She was once accused of using dark magic, but Cybele, the Supreme, used her power to make the whole case magically disappear. Maren was considered a beauty. She had long raven hair and mysterious onyx eyes with a ruby ring glowing on the inner side of her pupils. Her looks were astonishingly underlined by her Snow-White-like complexion. If that wasn't enough, Mother Nature was also generous to her in the sexy curve department, making her a perfect men's temptress. In the coven, she was responsible for signing contracts with wealthy men, using every possible female-like and magical trick in th

She wanted to see him and tell him how she felt, and she wouldn't give up on them again. “Listen, Mia.” Bianca got her attention again. Mia looked back at her and saw that her eyes were even harder than before. She took a deep breath as if she were preparing herself. For what? Mia didn't know. “Listen, the witches, they are not as they seem.” ‘They’ and not ‘we.’ That was interesting. “Sure they look perfect. They smile. They act friendly, but none of those are real. They are good witches out there, but Mother Nyx and her coven?” She shook her head. “They are anything but good.”

She looked around the room, enjoying the growing murmurs of agreement. “It’s not true! The princess will protect us! You’ll see!” Charles shouted. Cara snorted, waving a dismissive hand in his direction. “Please,” she said, her lips curling into a sneer. “How could an omega ever be an Alpha princess? Sibel is just a lowly omega, pretending to be what she can never be.” “She fooled you all,” Cara continued, her voice rising with triumph. She laughed. “Sibel is nothing more than a fraud. And you and your son are fools for falling for it!”

Right in the middle of the hall, is a large waterfall, the power source of the underwater witches. "Everything just as I left it," she thought to herself The grand door suddenly opened, revealing a few witches dressed in a blue robe. Everyone stopped and bowed except Gabrielle. Amaya, the Aclan queen came to view. A crown perfectly sitting on her white hair that was packed into a bun, her golden robes sweeping the floors as she walked forward. Upon seeing Gabrielle, her face widened with smiles. They both embrace each other. "Too.....tight," Gabrielle's voice came out in a whisper.

“How evil could it possibly be?” “I am just so… Arggh!” Chanda screamed at the top of her lungs. “I can see that. But it’s not just you.” Mariam closed the book and sat upright. “Ever since that witch and her mother moved into the pack, I have felt the urge to squeeze the life out of everything.” Assuming the witch to be Mia, the cause of her despair, Chanda turned her attention fully to Mariam. “Witch, you say?”