Book About Witches In Salem Novels & Stories

Penelope said, beaming with joy. Aiden raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The last known book of witches? That sounds interesting. What's it about?" "Well," Penelope began, flipping through the pages, "it's about a powerful potion and medical procedures that can supposedly get rid of any monster that's taken over a person's body. It's called the Spell of Exorcism." "Exorcism?" Aiden chimed in, looking up from his sandwich. "Isn't that what they do to evil spirits in horror movies?"

In the Purgatory, witches are powerless, frail, and at the mercy of the wolves. Regardless of all these, Mrs. Sinai chose to default. Like her mother, she wanted to be the most powerful witch. It took her years to go research on how to achieve that. She traveled miles and crossed several oceans and mountains until she came in contact with the book of Amelik. The witches call it the forbidden book of wisdom, written in the oldest language and by the witch of yore, called Amelik. It was because of the information contained in the book that the witches hid it in a cave, along with Amelik's calcified body.

The smell of old parchment, dried sage, and damp cellar immediately flooded the small cabin. Reaching inside, I pulled out a massive, leather-bound tome. The cover was cracked, unmarked, and held together by frayed iron hinges. I dropped it onto the wood with a heavy thud, followed by three smaller, equally ancient books. "Bro, this is giving major Salem witch trial vibes," Amberly muttered, stepping closer to inspect the pile. She poked the cover of the thickest book with her index finger. "Are we about to summon a demon? Because I feel like my life has enough drama right now."

Then it is put in a container. While Marta and Gudrun are making the ointment I go sit down on the couch, looking in the old scriptures in my folder. When the others have searched in both the sagas and the hammer of the witch with no luck. I am going to look in the papers from the witch trials.

She was two rows behind me and one seat to the left and I could feel her eyes on the back of my head. Master Theron continued his lecture and the words blurred together and my mind drifted. "The witches of Salem," Master Theron said. "They were not the first and they were not the last. But their fate was the most documented. Their trials were the most famous. Their deaths were the most brutal." I pressed my hands together under the desk. "Nineteen people were hanged. One man was pressed to death. Several died in jail. The rest were left to live with the memory of what had been done to them."

And by preferring to engage in a battle of bruised egos with me, he was playing into my hands and he had no idea about it. A few weeks after I found out the Mayerts had accepted my offer of help and that they were coming here to sign the deal like I wanted, I was fortunate enough to meet a witch here in the pack. She hadn’t been in practice for over a decade but she still commanded a great deal of power, one talk led to another and she assured me she had a way to solve my problems without the need for war. She gave a book passed down from the great witches from her coven, the Book of Impossible Tasks written by the first witch of the North. No supernatural creature had ever been able to pass

“Witch? Come on, Sienna. Do I really seem like some powerful magical being?” She crossed her arms and studied me up and down. “I believe you’re talented at disguising your true nature. I’ve been learning all about what witches can do,” she added, nodding her head back toward the table. “How you like to prey on your victims by playing with their minds.” I looked closer at the books she had piled up. Every single one of them is about witches, and not in a good way. It’s all about identifying and hunting down evil witches - and how to kill them.

I found the section on witches and warlocks. The families were listed alphabetically. I scanned through them quickly, looking for one name in particular. There. Adhams. I slowed down, reading carefully. The Adhams rose to prominence during the Salem trials. The first Adham matriarch, Elspeth, awakened as a spellweaver during the persecution. She'd used her power to protect others, to shield the innocent from the flames. That protection had come at a cost. She'd revealed herself, marked herself as dangerous in the eyes of those who feared magic. But she'd survived. More than that, she'd thrived.

Gale was intrigued and wanted to know more. “Ancient spells, or should I say, ancient curses have been planted in all of the men and woman who have witches' blood on their veins, witches being burned in Salem because of werewolf who was trying to maintain their secret society.” She took a sip of her herb tea and continued, “Out of spite, the elders created a new spell, cursing every witch that fornicated with a werewolf, cursing them to have a barren womb or send the child to infant death syndrome.”