I've always wondered why witches weren't a thing in Teen Wolf so I decided to add a family of one. I pulled from various sources and definitely was inspired by the CAOS which is brilliant btw. There are also a lot of plot holes in TW so the story is slightly AU because I'm going to change some things around to make a little more sense. I've also got a cast suggestion for y'all as the way I see the OC characters of my creation. There will be more OC characters in future fics as this fic covers season 1 and 2. Some of the cast won't be seen for a while, looking at you Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne but they will be featured here and there for this "book".

Hope you enjoy! Rate, review, follow, whatever. I wrote this fic mostly for fun and because I had this idea rattling around in my head. I didn't think I'd actually get this far into it, hence why I've decided to post it here.

OC Cast:

Stella Nyx - Maddison Jaizani
Portia Nyx (Stella's Mom) - Carla Gugino
Iris Nyx - Sandra Bullock
Celeste Nyx - Anne Hathaway
Heather Hawthorne - Alyson Hannigan (Think Buffy)
Mrs. Hawthorne - Celia Weston
Mr. Hawthorne - Kiefer Sutherland

Chapter 1

"Rise and shine my little star, time to get ready for school!" the ever cheery voice of my mother startled me awake five minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I rubbed my bleary eyes glaring hard at the navy and grey paisley patterned duvet thrown haphazardly off my bed.

"Seriously, mom," I groaned pulling the covers completely off and slipping my feet into a pair of fuzzy neon blue slippers, "can you please wait until you hear my alarm go off before bombarding into my room at this ungodly hour?"

She gave me a pointed look; pursing her full lips I had graciously inherited from her and rolled her dazzling green eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, it's only five till."

"Yes! Five minutes of which I could still be sleeping!" I watched as she shuffled around my room picking up various articles of clothing from the floor and throwing them into my hamper all while muttering under her breath how much she wished I were a cleaner child with better habits.

She was already done up for work in a tailored maroon skirt suit with her dark brown hair curled to perfection falling just past her jaw line. I whined for her to leave my room to which she demanded, "You are cleaning your room after school," before she left leaving the door wide open. I sighed finally getting up from the warm confines of my bed to close the door I had only asked her about a million times to shut behind her.

Sluggishly I got ready for school pulling on a warm fitted black turtleneck sweater, black ripped jeans and a pair of pearl studded ankle boots. I left my dark brown hair in loose waves down my back and grabbed a light weight quilted jacket in case it decided to rain later today as it usually did this time of year in Beacon Hills.

My mom set a plate of toast and eggs in front of me and freshly squeezed orange juice and I knew something was up. She never made me breakfast unless she wanted something, or she had news for me that I wouldn't like. "Okay, spill." I said, taking a bite of warm buttery eggs watching her behind the island counter as she poured herself probably her second cup of coffee.

My mom busied herself around the kitchen deflecting my question by diverting the topic to my fashion choice of wearing in her opinion, too much black. For the record, I am of the opinion black is always in season and too much black is not a thing. Finally, she threw the tea towel she had been fiddling with down and said, "Your aunties are coming to visit. They'll probably get in later today – you know how they are." She rolled her eyes again before giving me a sympathetic look.

I put the slice of toast I had previously been devouring down to stare hard at her, my own hazel eyes clashing with bright green. I must have looked incredulous because she continued to blabber on about the incident at the video store and the cougar at the high school during back to school night, not to mention the horrific finding of Laura Hale's half split body.

"Now, I know you're not particularly fond of the craft, "I scoffed, that was a huge understatement, "but I think it would be best for all of us if we stick together – safety in numbers and all that. I also think you need to pick back up with your lessons."

My heart seemed to leap into my throat at the thought of touching anything magic related again. The last time I had attempted to use I had been stupid and reckless and despite all the warnings I was given I stubbornly went ahead and cast a spell far too advanced and nearly got my mother and I killed and practically ousted our coven. That was three years ago right before I turned thirteen.

My mother's calm soothing voice brought me out of my head and back to reality, "You're ready, Stella. You weren't before, but you are now. You're sixteen now, it's time," her green eyes bore into mine with so much hope and tenderness that I couldn't help looking away. Her blind faith in my abilities ate at my conscious knowing the risk I had put us in a few years prior. We even had to relocate from our home to Beacon Hills, another hot spot for all things supernatural.

Luckily we already had property out here from when my father was still alive. We moved from my mother's ancestral home into my father's but the move was still jarring nonetheless. And if my aunties were coming that meant they were coming to stay indefinitely.

I nodded my head in response to my mom's words of affirmation even though they didn't make me feel any better. I knew she was right, and that was terrifying to me. "Come on, you'll be late for school. I packed you a lunch it's already in your bag." My mom led me to the door, handing me my leather tote bag and binder before kissing me softly on the head. "I love you my little star, have a good day at school and be careful. I should be home before my sisters get here but, well, you know how they are."

I nodded my head again murmuring an 'I love you too' before grabbing the keys to my car my mom gave me for my sweet sixteen that was pre-owned by her of course. No way in hell she'd let me drive a new car, no matter how much I begged. But the older black land rover wasn't a bad car and it gave my mom the opportunity to buy herself a new Range – definitely an upgrade that she deserved.

My usual twenty-minute drive to school on windy roads through the preserve took me thirteen minutes today and the whole ride my stomach was twisting into knots. I hadn't seen my aunts since we left Monterey and although they tried to keep in touch I knew they were taking care of the mess I had made to appease the coven and the council. We had nearly been excommunicated had it not been for them and for that I was grateful. Without a coven we were rogues, unprotected and weak and fair game for hunters and other beings out there to pick us off one by one.

Even though my mom and I moved out of town, we were still close enough to the coven to still be governed by its laws and under its protection – it also helped that my oldest aunt, Iris, was a member of the council. I knew there was something bigger happening than just the 'safety in numbers' spiel my mom gave me, and that worried me.

Beacon Hills had always been a little weird but lately things had just been escalating, especially when the Argents moved in. Werewolves weren't the only things hunters went after; witches were just as prominent on a hunter's to-kill list and that made my mother even more edgy than usual.

Pulling into the parking lot a car horn blared as I swerved into a spot but my mind was still preoccupied by the idea that I would likely start lessons after school to notice Lydia Martin probably giving me the finger. It's not like I didn't do little things here and there but I knew the magic my mom was talking about was the kind that didn't come naturally but had to be honed and practiced to grow stronger and build stamina.

I pulled my English book from my locker; I never understood why people decorated the insides of these things. They were gross and musty and I'm pretty sure the person who had this locker before me stored their gym shoes in here. "Stella!" I slammed my locker shut to see the beaming face of my best friend.

"Heather." I said less enthusiastically than she had, but the bright smile on her rosy face persisted. She stood an inch shorter than me and had her auburn hair pulled back into a messy bun.

The bright fuzzy orange sweater she wore brought out the red in her hair and contrasted brilliantly with the all black I wore. We probably looked ridiculous walking side by side to class. Where she always wore bright colors and eccentric statement jewelry, I always dressed in muted dark tones and accessorized simply.

"Did you pick your monologue yet for class?" Heather clutched her neon pink binder to her chest and had a dreamy look on her face, "I think I'm going to do Helena's monologue, you know, the one about Demetrius and Hermia?"

"Oh! I like it," we entered the English room and a took the desks in the back row next to each other as we always did, "I was thinking about doing Tamora's speech from Titus when she's in the forest telling her children to kill Bassianus and rape Lavinia."

Heather's amber eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open, "Wow, you sure you don't want to do Juliet's balcony speech?" Students began filling the empty desks and Heather lowered her voice slightly, "I mean, half the girls in the class will probably be doing that one but…"

I laughed, Heather had always been sweet, and she was a damn good actress, but she had this naivety about her that stopped her from pushing herself to take on the grittier roles. "Please, I'd rather gauge my eyes out then recite that speech knowing she literally fell in love with Romeo in zero point five seconds. It's so unrealistic."

Heather shrugged her shoulder, I knew she was a hopeless romantic and believed in all that love at first sight crap but I was more of a realist when it came to things like love. "Watch, one day you're gonna fall in love after knowing someone for 'zero point five seconds' and I'm gonna say I told you so."

Our teacher walked into the classroom before I could respond but the smug look on her face said it all. I rolled my eyes, before opening our textbook to the section on Dostoyevsky.

The day dragged on so much that by lunchtime I felt like I needed a good nap. My mom had packed me a mixed green salad, a random protein bar I'm almost certain she stumbled upon by accident, a sandwich and an apple. Heather snickered as I displayed my fare to her, "I think your eyes were bigger than your stomach this morning." Heather chortled, sitting down with her lunch tray with something that looked like pasta but probably wasn't.

"My mom packed my lunch today," I grinned, putting the sandwich, and protein bar back into my bag. "I think she forgot what packing a lunch for her kid is like since she hasn't done it since the 6th grade but bless her for trying."

My eyes scanned the busy cafeteria for a familiar mop of golden brown hair but he was nowhere in sight. As if reading my mind Heather pointed her plastic fork at me, "He's in the library. Had a nice shiner on him too."

I frowned, as a sensation of rage settled into my stomach like I swallowed a rock. No one deserved to be treated the way Isaac was by his dirt bag dad and although he never told me he was being abused by his father, I knew he was the one mentally and physically torturing his own child. There was a special place in hell for that man and he would get what's coming to him sooner or later. I could feel my lips purse at the thought of that monster and I had to remind myself that I was at school and I couldn't risk accidentally knocking things over or causing the tables to shake like the first time I realized Isaac was in an abusive home.

My magic was deeply linked with my emotions, I tried to keep myself level headed and positive but sometimes my temper got the better of me and I really hate bullies. I told Heather I would be right back and grabbed my bag, leaving my lunch at the table with her so she knew I was coming back. Heather just waved me off with a smirk on her face but continued to eat her lunch.

The library smelled like aging paper and sweat but I didn't mind it, especially when I found Isaac sitting at a single table at the back of the room with his head bowed practically into his chemistry book. I watched his brows furrow and noticed him wince and bring his hand up to tentatively touch the right side of his face. The horrible sensation of anger and guilt crept into my gut again as I made a beeline towards him.

He peered up at me with his blue eyes wide but immediately looked back down at his book and angled the right side of his face away from my view as if he could stop me from seeing the spattering of purple and blue across his cheek and around his eye. I pulled out the extra food my mom packed me and placed it in front of Isaac, who sheepishly thanked me, "How are you?" He asked me timidly and I almost laughed in disbelief.

"I should be asking you that." I pulled a chair from the table behind me and sat across from him, trying to catch his eye, "Seriously Isaac, are you okay?" He nodded his head quickly and mumbled about how he got hit with a ball during lacrosse practice but I knew his dad got his hands on him again. I dug through my bag as he continued to assure me he was okay until I found the healing salve I was looking for.

I handed him the little jar of the calendula paste I made just for him. I started making and keeping the salve at school in my locker or at least some extra tins in my bag when I realized that Isaac wasn't a klutz and prone to injuring himself. My heart ached for him and I could only imagine how helpless and alone he felt with a dad like his. I almost broke my vow of never practicing magic again when I read into Isaac's personal life with tarot cards. I wanted to hex that man straight to hell but I knew it wasn't my place; all I could do was help Isaac as best as I could and be a friend to him when he needed one.

I had no proof that Isaac was being abused by his father, there was zero evidence to support my claim and my mom told me as such that in a court of law I would have to back my claim up with hard evidence to get Isaac out of his toxic home. No one had reported the abuse and I knew Isaac wouldn't be saying anything about it anytime soon if not ever.

"You know what to do with this," I said with a sad smile, "I'll see you later."

Isaac returned my smile with a small tilt of his lips and as I stood to leave I heard him say softly, "Thank you, Stella."

Lunch was nearly over when I meandered back to the cafeteria. I had passed Jackson in the hallway and he looked a little pale and pasty like he was about to faint. But Jackson was an asshole and a narcissistic little shit so I didn't really care if he wasn't feeling well today. "So, you heal him with your magic touch?" Heather asked with her brows raised and a cheeky look on her face.

I scoffed, Heather believed I had a thing for Isaac, which I didn't, kind of, but try telling Heather that, "Ugh, it's not like that. Stop, you're making me feel weird."

But she wouldn't stop her teasing, "Making you feel like admitting you like him and totally have a thing for him?" She practically sang.

I gave her a pointed look and quickly began to finish off my salad, "I think you're seeing things you desperately wish were there."

"Uh huh. Sure." Her amber eyes seemed far too mischievous for my taste and I was glad for the bell to ring indicating lunch was over so I could get to chemistry in one piece.

Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall were an enigma to me – they had the most beautiful bromance I had ever witnessed but at the same time they had to be the biggest idiots I had ever sat behind in class, especially in chemistry. I'm also pretty sure Stiles has no idea what whispering means because I've been privy to every conversation the two of them have had since the semester started. And let me say, it's been a wild ride so far.

Today they were whispering rather aggressively to each other, something about an alpha and Derek. I knew they meant Derek Hale and I could only assume their conversation had to do with the fact that Scott was now a werewolf and probably part of Derek's pack.

They whispered so loudly I figured out Scott McCall was a werewolf probably right after Stiles did. It honestly baffles me how anyone at this school doesn't suspect anything supernatural and dangerous is going on in Beacon County. Maybe they just think Stiles and Scott are playing D&D or something?

Either way, what they were blabbering about didn't sound too great but it was none of my business to get involved in pack drama. My mom told me to stay out of it and that was exactly what I would do. Besides, it wasn't like I could help them; my stamina was far too weak to defend myself against something like an alpha let alone other people.

Maybe my mom was right, maybe it was time for me to start training. I knew after this alpha business that things would only get more dangerous here. Did I really want to rely on others for protection; did I really want to see my friends get hurt? I wouldn't know what to do with myself if someone like Isaac got hurt, or gods forbid Heather. If I had a way of keeping them safe, shouldn't I want to be able to do that?

When school finally ended the reality of everything happening around me settled in. I needed to grow up and get over what happened. It was no longer about my fears and about my insecurities. I had the ability to protect the people I cared for and I needed to stop being selfish and get on with it. I was a Nyx and a Hexman, after all; our family legacy ran deep and strong on both sides of my family and it was about damn time I embraced it.