Mayfair Witches Reviews Novels & Stories

Anna cut her off and Mireille looked at her, shock written all over her face. "I don't know. Someone gave me one at Apex pack. She said it was the story of the witches." "Where is it?" Mireille asked with bright eyes. "In my room. I didn't think it was important so I didn't read it. I didn't believe witches existed. Do you want it?" "Can I have–borrow it? I want to know more about them." Mireille asked. "I can give it to you. I don't need them. Except for recreational activities, I see no reason why a wolf should read books about witches." Anna said, about to push the book back into the shelf. Mireille gave it to her back forcefully.

Something about her was inexplicably magnetic—just being near her riled the beast lurking inside of me, and that made her dangerous. It’d been a long time since I’d had a woman in my life, even before the curse, but it was more than just loneliness that made me want to get my hands all over Deidre. The second the silver moons of her eyes met mine, I felt it, like she had my soul on a leash with a single glance through those lashes. And she felt it too—I knew she did. I could smell it on her. Which was why I needed to stay the hell away from her.

A plea. Do not speak. Do not trust them. The message burned clear in her gaze, though her lips never moved. Mia’s heart thudded. The witches kept arguing, voices rising like a tide — all about Elowyn’s “usefulness,” her “blood,” her “power.” But all Mia could think of was that the fire — the Veil itself — had spoken of her friend’s protection. And Mama Mariah, of all people, feared what came next. The fire still whispered in the corners, its green smoke curling like snakes through the rafters.

But I remembered how Mayor Marx hadn’t believed me when I’d tried to tell him that Mathis was the witch. It was the nature of our culture that men didn’t believe the women. We were considered lowly, irrelevant. Especially commoner ones like me. I lowered my arm and looked at Mathis with a broken expression. “Saria…” He crooned “Come here. To me.” I eyed him fearfully. Reluctantly letting the rock fall and walking to him on deadened feet. Relieved at least, that he hadn’t summoned Triana as well. I stopped just before him.

she whispers. Ezra doesn’t say anything, but he clasps my hand for a long moment, his grip warmer than I expect. Rowan offers a nod, the kind that speaks volumes. I understand what he's saying: If they hurt you, I burn their kingdom down. I step into the portal and light swallows me whole. *** The Fae Realm hits me like a memory I tried to bury. Familiar and terrifying but beautiful and cruel. Everything here glimmers. Trees shimmer with crystalline bark and blood-red blossoms. The air tastes like magic. Alive. It dances across my skin, recognizing my essence like a long-lost song.

“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.

She smiles, looking confident as she stares at the witch. “Hahahaha, You Sutherland witches have always been little arrogant shits.” “Oh? Let me guess my mother kicked your ass in the past, and now you have a grudge?” She grits her teeth and flicks her wrist, sending Elina flying, but she bounces off the wall and lands on her feet. “Strong protective spell.” “You know my mother—one of the best at spells. “Yes, she is the best, but even so, it isn’t impenetrable.” In a flash, a beam of light shoots across the room, hitting Elina.

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

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

Darice looked at Ana in disbelief. "It doesn't say but the characteristics described are very similar to the Falkland wolf." "That book must have been written by a madman. Or it could be a wolf that looks like that." Darice still did not believe Ana's words. Ana just shrugged her shoulders lazily to explain more. They both went back to drinking coffee while busy with their own thoughts. "Hurry up and finish your coffee, class will start soon." Darice reminded Ana to hurry up. Ana glanced at the clock on her phone then nodded. The girl gulped down the remaining coffee half at a time. Darice just shook her head at that.