Mayfair Witches Romane & Geschichten

Jack's POV The witch’s movements were swift and unyielding as she tossed Simon’s limp body onto the cold stone table in the center of the room. His body hit the surface with a sickening thud, and I could barely breathe as she stood over him, methodically picking up the gleaming axe. The metal reflected dimly in the low light, and a chill ran through me. I was powerless, trapped in place by the witch’s dark magic, my body frozen in fear.

The fact that she is weak and cannot match Miram's strength since Miram is a full blooded werewolf and even had the blood of an Alpha running through her veins, only made Mia feel even more miserable and annoyed. Mia looked down like she was told to by Miram. She was doing her possible best to avoid any trouble until she was able to find a way out of the palace. But deep in her heart even as she acted gullible and naive, she hated Miram deeply because of this one act. Miram closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, then she opened her eyes and scoffed mockingly, "Aaron's guest? You must be kidding me. Not while I'm here in this palace. Even Aaron answers only to me and I will not stand for

she pointed her finger to Mia and then turned her head and pointed to me and Jack at the same time: “But I didn’t see the two of you and that explains why I saw Mia talking to herself, which means you are hunters and protected from any charms” “Yes” Mia confirmed her statement immediately. “Are you a witch too?” Marie asked, turning her focus back to Mia again, ignoring me and Jack as if we were air in the room. “Yes, a prime witch” Mia’s answer surprised Marie as she raised her brow and smiled. “What are your powers?” hearing this question Mia felt embarrassed and shifted in her seat uncomfortably before answering: “My powers didn’t awaken yet” Marie frowned with this and didn’t wait for he

Karen noticed the little creature she saw earlier jumping on his head and she flinched. Huh? Damon said and looked up. She's scared of Kant? He was shocked as it was a very common household pet. Almost every house had it. 'Something's off'. He said in his thoughts. He was about to leave the room when Mia called. Wait please! Damon looked back at the adorable looking lady standing by the window. Her silver hair and her bright brown eyes [1]. He could really say that Mia was quite unique... Meanwhile in the witches' castle Location: Arcacia

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

I force a smile on my face. A young she-wolf walks into the parlour, bowing low. Like the other True Omegas, she wears a black and white maid’s uniform that barely covers her ass. That will change as soon as I take over. “You rang Your Majesty?” “Fetch the high priestess and bring her here right away.” A look of fear crosses the young woman’s face. I can only surmise that the witches are as bad as their werewolf masters. “Edric!” Maya suddenly screams so loudly in my head that she pops a vessel in my nose and blood starts streaming down my mouth and chin.

And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master. Euphemia, the Witch of Vanity. She rose from the land of the Soil governed by the God of Humility. Helga, hailed as the Witch of Treachery was a native of the land of Thunder, dominated by the God of Pledge. Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity.

"That is good and if that is what we want to do, we must do it quickly because with what she just did and no doubt what they have be discussing, that Alpha is going to want to find a witch to help rather quickly." Santiago nods his head, we then move from our position and head back into the town, once there we go from stall to stall asking if anyone would help Isabella, everyone we spoke to wouldn't take the change to help her until we got to the last stall. The middle-aged, which was about to say no when an old lady approached where we were talking "This young witch you speak of, is she a full witch?" "No mam, she is half witch half wolf... She is the result of one of my females having an a

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

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...