Mayfair Witches Novels & Stories

It had a ruby symbol inscribed on its cover and somehow I resonated with it. I headed to a section of the room filled with a few tables and chairs for reading and just before I delved into the detail of the book, the twin doors opened except that it wasn’t who I was expecting. It was a pretty blonde haired lady whose countenance easily expressed how much she loves me. "So you're the witch who caused the ruckus last night." She blurted with so much disgust and anger. My lips twitched, trying to find the right words but my head went blank!

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

Lady Octavia, what should I do? "Mistress?" A bunny humanoid maid pops her head through my door. "Do you need something, Miffy?" Bastian asked her as she entered the room. "Well, the gatekeeper had informed me that some guests had arrived and wanted to meet with the Mistress." "Guests?" Bastian and I shared a confusing look at each other. That is when I used my appraisal magic to see. In front of the gate, I spot the white and gold carriage. On the flags was the symbol of a lion. Then I scanned inside the carriage to see not one but three little princes. That includes the Crown Prince himself.

It was a very strong one, a spell that only full blooded witches could cast effectively and she knew that with the backing of her mother, she would be able to pull it off. Maika prayed that everything worked according to her plans. She found the spell on the last page and she started chanting it at once. It drained her of her essence but in the end, she was successful. She stared down at the white powder that had slowly been forming on the book all the while and she smiled. They were not going to know what him them until it was too late. Maika gathered the powder from the book in a little piece of paper and wrapped it in her palms. Her room door flung startling her and Maisey walked in.

No hesitation. She leads the way. Damian follows behind us. The witches waiting at Marcus’s property are older. Most of them. Some look like regular mothers. Others look like what people expect witches to look like. Long skirts. Heavy fabrics. Dark colors. One of them steps forward. She is dressed in deep burgundy velvet. Her smile is bright when she sees Zara. “You must be Zara Vance,” she says. “First female Alpha in years.” “That we know of,” another witch adds.

The entire hall watched as her body trembled. Still, she didn’t speak. Mama Mariah closed her eyes — lips barely moving, whispering something ancient. The light around Mia dimmed, just a flicker, just enough. “That’s enough,” Mama Mariah murmured. “She doesn’t know.” The fire pulsed once — and then went still. “If she doesn’t know,” the voice said slowly, “then she will soon know it.” Mia’s body was thrown back. The runes faded. Her vision blurred — but the last thing she saw were those same many witches and wizards closing in again, whispering about a coming eclipse…

I cleared my throat and sipped my hot chocolate drink before hearing Miss Elina’s voice again. “Before I reveal everything I know about you, I want to ensure you’re well-rested. However, I also know you can’t wait longer,” Miss Elina said, her voice low and controlled. A sense of gravity hung in the air, a warning that a significant secret would be unveiled. “Sabrina, you are not ordinary. Your mother hails from the witches’ clan, the archmages who practice black magic. They are the sworn enemies of this city, the infamous dark witches of the MacAuley Clan. And so, Sabrina, you too hail from that clan."

They turned the page, and the next title stood out clearly in bold gold lettering: White Witches Rhea leaned in as she read the text aloud: 'The White witches, blessed with divine light and ancient purity, were known to be the most powerful and revered of mystical beings. Their magic stemmed from nature, balance, and the will of the gods. They were healers, protectors, seers, and guides harboring no desire for domination, only harmony.' 'The most celebrated among them was Queen Madora of Sylvaria… Rhea’s voice trailed off. Her eyes lingered on the name. 'Queen Madora… Sylvaria…'

“Her name is Maya.” He didn’t respond, just gave a single slow nod, as if waiting for the rest. “She’s a Flare Witch.” His reaction was immediate. Brows lifting. Jaw tightening. His voice lowered. “That’s not funny.” “I’m not joking,” I said. “She’s real. Alive. And she’s one of them.” Christian shot me a look, half disbelief, half… something I couldn’t quite name. “That’s impossible. The Flare Witches were wiped out 2 centuries ago. Completely. That’s pack history.”

--------- QUEEN SEVINA is a witch and an immortal. She has been ruling over the entirety of Vire, the most powerful and biggest kingdom in the expanse of EARTHORIA. The whole kingdom of Vire has been acknowledging Queen Sevina for so long now as the most royalty among royalties. She is their leader of leaders; the queen of all kings. Many feared her for her unbridled power as a witch and the fact that she could diminish any size of enemies with just a snap of her hand. In simplest words, she has always been invincible. But until today, her power and her greatness have been challenged by a certain news that was dropped on her this morning. And that was more than enough to make her restless an