Mayfair Witches Novels & Stories

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

Mika scolded. Sophia did not grace her with a response; she was in great pain. She could not understand why she was in so much pain already when she was not yet at full term. The phone was brought, and Mika made the call immediately, shouting authoritatively into the phone. The doctor arrived minutes later, and he had barely stepped foot into the room when Julian came in with a very attractive woman in tow. She looked young and just slightly older than Sophia herself. Though she looked tough, and she reminded Sophia of Zang Pack Traditional doctors, which Maska Zang frequented. But they only ever treat werewolves and not humans. What was the woman doing here then?

Bianca reached out and took Aislen’s wrists in her hands. “Picture the witches of Havermouth as you last saw them,” Bianca instructed. Aislen imagined the incense smoke filled back room of the gimmicky little shop, and the naked women of every age and description whose faces had swum in and out of the smoke, the runes on the floor, and Tabitha Marie’s perfectly made up, pinched face. “Who is this?” Aislen was not surprised when Tabitha Marie was the first to respond. “Aislen Carter, and her coven,” Bianca replied.

Mateo stopped dead in his tracks, his breath hitching sharply in his chest as he took in the scene. There she was. She was winding her waist against the brass pole, her body completely bare under the red glow for the client on the couch. As Mateo stared at her, his heart hammered violently against his ribs. He saw the intricate silver lace mask covering her eyes. He saw the distinct, incredibly long waves of dark hair falling over her bare shoulders, framing her exposed breasts exactly like the girl from his memory. He recognized the shape of her jaw, the curve of her waist, and the fierce, angry energy radiating from her very skin. It was her. The dancer from the night before.

He quickly settles it back to the base of my back and ushers me on until we come to where most of the people are "The Midnight Sky Coven," Kaeden says, gesturing to the women in long, flowing robes who bow their heads as we pass. The witches. I instantly recognise some of the ones I’ve met. Myra, who looks at Kaeden with that soft expression that she always has for him, then at me, and her eyes go down to Kaeden’s hand at my back. She gives a tight smile and walks away. Then Maereth, Dolores, Elise, the sweet young girl that brought me my change of clothes and breakfast.

She was incredibly beautiful, very brave and stronger than almost every male he knew, and he desired her, he drank the whisky in his glass, he wanted her and he was going to have her. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, not sure what was real and what was her imagination, she called for Ricardo in her head, over and over again and did not understand why he could not connect with her. She had no idea where she was all she knew was a fog of pain, ‘Obey me Mafia Princess and I will end your pain.’ Her eyes flickered open and locked onto his dark chocolate brown ones, ‘I would rather die.’ She growled and he chuckled,

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

I heard a familiar voice speak to me, I slowly opened my eyes and I realized I'm not in my Nana’s village anymore, in front of me stood a castle with horses and carriages that was used in ancient times, “ Where am I?” “ Welcome to the kingdom of Draco! Macy, this is where it all started,” I turned around to see the lady from earlier, standing beside me. “ You, how did we get here?” “ My name is Serai. I'm one of the last descendants of the white witches and I teleported us here with my powers.” the lady explains, “ Witch!!” I yelled surprised, “ Yes, now come on, we only have a few hours before the spell wears out, we would rather not be stuck in another dimension now,”

a girl with violet hair approached me to greet. “Thank you but, who are you?” I scrunch my brows as I observed her from head to toe. I heard a growl from behind and watched Jacob’s reaction. It was amusing to me. “She is my mate, Mayla. She is a witch!” She introduced her to everyone. “Finally, Jacob is mated too..” Fiarra stated while hugging me like a tattoo. “Witches? Aren’t witches extinct?” I asked her. “Yes! Hardly a few more left but they all are hiding. Unfortunately, I was caught by this monster and held captive forever. Luckily, i was rescued by my mate, today!!” she was smiling cheerfully, looking into Jacob’s eyes.

He asked again. “No. I wasn’t worried about that part because I was positive that Isabella couldn’t do that. Only the witches of higher ranks or royal families or some very powerful could do it, and I believe those witches are not that free to do something that nasty and break the rule of their COVEN.” “Oh, okay, and what if Isabella would have been that powerful, you know?” “Then one of my cousins is a witch, the reincarnation of the first Witch in this world, around 5000 thousand or more before! So, I would have taken her help then.” Caroline said confidently.