Mayfair Witches Novels & Stories

” Martha said before looking at Victoria, her eyes tearing a bit. Looking up in the air, Martha tried to gain control of her emotions before she started again. “At that time, my mother was so thrilled about helping me that she took the help of the sacred books without the knowledge of my father and didn’t even check if the witches of the white world were allowed to perform that spell or not. And guess what? It was a sin for the witches of the white world to even see that spell, let alone perform it.

She raised her eyes to Remus, the thought of crushing his skull between her hands and watching his blood stain the earth filled her eyes as she stared at him. “You can think about crushing my skull all you want my Pet. You may be strong, but you will never be able to outwit me. I am too powerful to be killed by a mere shifter, you would need a very powerful sorcerer to achieve that and I do not see one around here willing to help you. Do not lose my favour by overstepping your boundaries”. “Your favour!” Mya laughed. “Is this what you call giving me your favour? You destroy my home, kidnap me, keep me here for years and then turn me into a freak! I would hardly call that having your favour!”

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

Tell who you are. The footsteps were slow and deliberate. Then they stopped. There was no sound until I turned. ‘Who are you?’ I echoed again. ‘We have net before.’ She paused and looked at me. I stared back and didn’t say a word. My wolf growled within me, waiting for a go-ahead from me to strike. ‘I am Miranda, the last of the witches of the royal coven.’ ‘Are they not supposed to be extinct?’ ‘We are. But a witch caused me to sleep for a hundred years and I had only recently awoken.’

"I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear. You see, there are some things you need to understand." Before I could protest further, a young girl approached us. I recognized her as Mia, one of the palace maids that had been nice to me. Her presence in this tense moment surprised me. "Athena, what's going on?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice. Athena turned to Mia with a knowing look. "Mia here is more than just a palace maid. She's also half witch and half werewolf, just like you." My gasp of shock was drowned out by Athena's next words. "With Mia's help, I was able to capture you. You see, Mia has her own reasons."

His eyes glowed a brilliant red, and in that moment, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. As the ritual concluded, Cassius turned to a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows of the mansion. As she stepped into the light, her enchanting beauty was revealed, adorned in a flowing witches' robe and a pointed hat. I recognized her instantly as Agatha, a witch who had visited the mansion on numerous occasions, her purpose clear – she desired the potent blood of Cassius, a elixir with the power to cure almost any ailment.

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

“I see… I apologize too for giving you so much responsibility so suddenly. But do not fret, you may rest now. I have brought with me someone who promised to help us cure the plague. It will all be over soon. Her name is Phaedra.” My eyes wander over to her. This was my first time seeing her up close, and I could not deny her beauty. “Phaedra, this is Princess Akira Mair,” your wife. She turns to me and our eyes meet. Contrary to popular belief, witches do not have strong features, or at least she doesn’t. Her face has soft angles, her eyes a beautifully big dusty gray as if it holds a galaxy inside them, her lips a small plump, and her nose an even smaller button. Her hair was also lengthy,

News spread quickly around the hall and the people of Eldrida have more reasons to like their future queen. The room hums with the animated conversations of guests from various magical realms, oblivious to the peril that lurks beneath the surface. Sarah decides to enjoy the party to the fullest. Whatever happens, I'd have this as a reminder of the awesomeness of being free. The evening begins with a mesmerizing display by a group of powerful witches. Their magic intertwines in a symphony of colors, weaving intricate patterns in the air. Flames dance with grace, water cascade in mesmerizing waves, earth rise and fall in harmony, and gusts of wind whirl around the room.

Wyatt asked me. "Not the faces, but the names, yes. Caluder was my mother's clan." I felt Wyatt's hand squeeze mine. "and the Spivey clan is from the Moon Valley coven. I can't speak for all of them, but over half of these women are witches." "That's what I was assuming." Wyatt said. "Did you sense any other supernatural beings inside the club when you dropped Mana's bond?" "I was too busy running from you." I said. "And zapping us." Archie added, mocking his hand as if they were electrified.