Mayfair Witches Reviews Novels & Stories

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.

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.

“Maia is just so adorable! Her voice is so pleasant to hear! Her cute, innocent appearance complimented it as well. She’s just precious!” “She’s very intelligent. Nicole Sparks had just begun on her new novel and Maia’s already having her eyes on its adaptation rights! She recognized the potential Nicole’s books have.” “I read ‘Enchanted Bonds’ and I’m here to tell you that it’s phenomenal! Highly recommended!” “Hahahaha. I could just imagine the look on her father’s face.”

"A way to see things that are happening in a different place or time. If this spell works, you might be able to see where your friend is, or what he's doing." My heart races with excitement. "Can you translate the rest of it?" Lavinia nods, flipping open the book to the marked page. "I can try. But Winter, I must warn you. This is dark magic. It's not something to be taken lightly. It could have dangerous consequences." "I understand," I say firmly. "But I have to find Alec. I'll do whatever it takes." Lavinia hesitates, her brow furrowed with concern. "It's dangerous, Winter. I don't know what kind of effects it might have on you. And I don't even know if it'll work."

Mia walked up to the Manor gate, watching it as it opened to let her in. Uhm. Someone must have been watching out for her to arrive. It had been easy to find the Manor, as everyone she had met for directions had given her precise ones, that led directly here. Going through the gates, Mia let out a gasp at her first real glimpse of the Manor. It was so majestic, it almost took her breath away. It was like a gray castle with its high turrets, and numerous windows.

One with the power to control the earth, fire, water and air and creatures from Hades exactly like her forebear – the mistress of witchcraft herself. My chest shook with laughter and I went into a fit of coughs, thinking the gods do know how to give themselves headaches with the constant show of hindsight, creating immortals with powers that rival theirs. Saraya was definitely no ordinary witch. Her mother's right-hand woman was wise to banish her from their coven. With the kind of powers she had, he doubted a multitude of witches could tame her. She rushed to my side and cupped my face, I opened my eyes and grinned up at her. "Please tell me you are okay!" she said in a shaky tone.

I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy. I've done my research about red hair but the only clue I have is that I was born as a witch. A red witch, a powerful being in the world. In the books, it had informed me that witches had become extinct for hundreds of years and that a red witch is just a myth. There are still unanswered questions and it's giving me a headache. I should find clues inside the estate since it has a large library. I'm sure I can find other answers in there.

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?

"She didn't think anyone was in here." I lick my lips, feeling oddly drawn to the book. "What is it?" "Something really rare," Alice says. "There are only a few like it in the world. It's called, 'The Secret History of Magic.' It tells the real story of magic. It helps you to understand that there are many ways to look at everything." "Okay," I say. It's starting to feel like I'm stuck in Alice's fantasy. Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly.

Jack's POV The witch’s movements were swift and unyielding as she tossed Simon’s limp body onto the cold stone table in the center of the room. His body hit the surface with a sickening thud, and I could barely breathe as she stood over him, methodically picking up the gleaming axe. The metal reflected dimly in the low light, and a chill ran through me. I was powerless, trapped in place by the witch’s dark magic, my body frozen in fear.