Mayfair Witches Reviews Novels & Stories

If she'd hidden something important, it wouldn't be easy to find. It took three hours before I discovered the false bottom in her wardrobe. My fingers trembled as I pried up the wooden panel. Underneath lay three leather-bound grimoires, their covers marked with symbols I didn't recognize. Protection wards hummed around them, but they recognized my blood and let me pass. I pulled out the first grimoire and opened it. My mother's handwriting filled the pages, hurried and desperate. Notes about containment spells, blood magic, sealing rituals. And one phrase repeated over and over.

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.

Tyr Snow swirls around Hawthorn Academy as I close my car door and step onto the street. The place looks abandoned, some of its stones blackened from fire and the windows dark, but I know better than to believe what I see. The Silver Hunters might hate anyone else who uses magic, but that's only because they're salty that they aren't innately good at it. They have no problem using spells to get what they want. Which makes them annoying but also useful to me.

I picked my bag and got down from the car, Jack could be annoying sometimes, I had met him at college ever since then we had just clicked and he became the big brother that I never had. I guess at the tall building, breathing in and out I ambled my way into the building. Everywhere screamed luxury, from the people walking around to the walls. I felt conscious in my tight shirt and skirt, I must have looked like a kid compared to the woman who just passed me by. "Look at her" people were whispering and it felt like college all over again, I practiced my breathing exercise once more and continued walking. "Hello?" My head turned at the voice of the woman, who was definitely the receptionist se

I closed my eyes as I stepped out and stood in front of the large gates, a tear slipped out of my eyes as memories flooded through my mind. James wrapped his arms around me and warmth flooded through my body relaxing every nerve present, a few more tears slipped my eyes and then I finally opened them. I moved ahead and the gates opened as usual. The gates were protected by magic, they could only open if a witch or a wizard was approaching it. It was to protect the people and the world to separate it from the rest of the human universe. It was a beautiful world above the clouds.

"Okay, so I summoned the ancient wolf of the witches from your legend?" Elly nodded happily. "I think so." Eva rolled her eyes. "Elly! Those legends also have virgin sacrifices, girls eaten alive, and people whose blood is drained! How do you know this thing is friendly?" "I know," she said. "Because he's your mate." Eva's eyes flew wide open. She was in shock. "Okay, you've completely lost it!" she said, standing up and reaching for her coat. She wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.

Cassandra watched the wonderful sight, and out of the shimmering light appeared a fair young woman about her age. After the light began to fade, she saw the young princess clearer. The first thing Cassandra noticed was that the woman was completely naked. She had a rather tall, but exquisitely-molded figure, such as a painter would have chosen as a model for a celestial being; and a face that had a kind of witchery charm but also held queenly dignity.

She paused and looked between all the women. It was not nice to introduce them all. Claire needed to know who she would be working with. "This is Zoe, she's one of the last powerful witches." Abigail pointed to a short woman who had eyes like that of cherry; red with a splotch of black swirling in it. Her eyes were intriguing, to say the least. It was alluring, it seemed to suck people's would in it. Claire heard a shift beside her and found an uncomfortable look on Mia's face. She was not comfortable being in the same room with so many witches.

She wanted to see him and tell him how she felt, and she wouldn't give up on them again. “Listen, Mia.” Bianca got her attention again. Mia looked back at her and saw that her eyes were even harder than before. She took a deep breath as if she were preparing herself. For what? Mia didn't know. “Listen, the witches, they are not as they seem.” ‘They’ and not ‘we.’ That was interesting. “Sure they look perfect. They smile. They act friendly, but none of those are real. They are good witches out there, but Mother Nyx and her coven?” She shook her head. “They are anything but good.”