Mayfair Witches Review Novels & Stories

Kate POV Getting Amelie to sleep was a treat. She had her ice cream for dessert and the sugar kept her going longer than usual. She was super excited that she had met a real, live witch today. Amelie had seen the Broadway show Wicked with her grandparents last year and compared Miranda to the good blond witch in the play. Now I would have to go see it myself to do the comparison. Wouldn’t it be fun to take Lily and Miranda with me? I chuckle to myself as I consider the possibilities.

Compared to the cold night air, a roof above her head is a blessing and she profusely thanked the other for saving her and bringing her here. “No problem, little one. I am Palio. And you?” “I’m Madison’” Madison caught herself in saying her full name. Of course, her family exiled her from her house. She is no longer a Wilde. She frowned and aggressively ate her dinner the other prepared. “Just April G.” “Little Miss April G, I see. A beginner witches.” Madison paused at that and turned to her. “How did you…” Palio smiled and placed a hand upon her chest and confidently answered. “I know a lot regarding your predicament. I will help you out. Also, you’re welcome to stay with me here, too. “Ap

one of the maid mentioned while I passed her, my steps automatically slowed down at the way she phrased it. I recognized these maids, they were the same two maids who wouldn’t waste a single minute annoying me or making my life miserable. “Look at her face now,” the first one added, “She looks so shocked as if she didn’t know that he will choose someone from his kind over these cunning creatures called witches,”

“Oh, thank you, my Lord. My daughter... she’s young... naive.” “Yes, madam,” I nodded at the woman and then turned my attention back to Mia. I took her hand and drew it to my lips, gently kissing it before I let her go. I motioned to my pack to move ahead. Behind me, the Red Witch stopped in front of the ivory haired girl and from under her hood, a fiery gaze fell upon her with wicked eyes. I could hear Mia's breath catch in her throat as she too watched the Red Witch. She examined the woman’s pale skin, flawless but there was something wrong under her cloak... something not quite right.

“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.

She busts out of the rope and rises to her feet. “Who told you could kill him? This body loves him.” “Master!!” The witch screams. I look over to see his hand on the ground, a clean cut. “Kill her.” “What about the plan?” “I don’t care about the plan; kill her now!” I grunt, unable to move as the witch turns to her. “You’ll pay for harming my master.” “And who’s going to make me pay. You?” Elina asks, amused. “Yes!!” She shouts before a strong gush of wind rush through the room, stirring everything. Her eyes turn black as she throws a spell across the room that Elina quickly neutralizes with the swipe of her hand. The witch tries three more times, but the same thing happens.

Now that Jessica and I had both managed to win over a fair number of supporters—not to mention our Alphas—the distrust had fallen on her, now that it was known she was a witch. “Oh, good. You’re interrupting me just when they’re all about to start fucking. I think.” Marianne shook her head as she snapped the book shut. “That is one of the most confusing books I’ve ever written. I’m not sure if they’re having an orgy or there’s just a bunch of ghosts watching.” “Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to read it when you’re done,” Jessica said, sitting.

A shimmering, crystalline projection floated in the center of the room, casting a pale blue light over my features as it replayed the scene below in high definition. I watched the silver-haired witch move. She was a debacle - a beautiful, jagged error in the fundamental laws of magic. She shouldn't have been able to summon that scythe. The weight of the Mors Aeterna should have crushed her soul into dust, yet she swung it like she was reclaiming a lost limb.

Benjamin POV I've read the paper in my hand over and over again. Still, it's just a bunch of code I don't understand. Avelios Island is a remote island where witches live peacefully alongside others—other races that no one wants to know about. I don't know what race they are, but the witches must be able to read this writing. The problem is, how could the Allen family know the language of the Avelios Island people? Is Ramia part of them? Is it true? Isn't she an omega?

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.