Cromwell Witches Novels & Stories

"Things have not returned to the way they were. I haven't heard or seen Celene in a long while. One day, she was destroying everything, the next she disappeared. I have heard from Nafael, and she has spoken of the damage the Clove witches has caused. Witches are being hunted down by humans. Many innocent women are dying, but they have taken out many witches of multiple covens. Some have taken to leaving their lives behind and fleeing, while others, like Nafael, has had to go into hiding. She and her people was a people that offered their help. Their power was used as a source of income. Many has sought out the Assura members. Apparently, Nafael gave a reading of the catastrophe that would be

he said . THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW. it as already dark and just as Destin had instructed Alisa and Virginia arranged 5 virgins whom are to carrying out the cleansing .the 3 witches were dressed on white while the 2 wizards were on black ,they all stood in front of the large crowd of coven members . " et lustop calup vuldra zampalo numbritus caslo " Destin chanted while holding onto a bowl . the candle around them suddenly went off then on again ,

Dominic said to me. “There are no more witches, Dominic, you killed them of remember?” I stated wearily. “That is not true,” Dominic replied. “How do you know we killed off all the witches?” I said nothing in reply. “The reason you have that belief is because it was a carefully orchestrated rumor.” Dominic told me. “If you did not kill them, where are they?” “Amongst us, hiding in plaine sight.”

But if the spells do not still agree with the werewolf, it would still turn them away. A witch would not only smell it, but see it too. Because the spells were cast by the witches. Not just any witch. But the ones from the Onwa Clan, which is the moon clan. And since the spells were from the Onwa clan, any witch from that clan could not only see or smell the spell. They could feel it, and touch it. Just like I was running my fingers across the blue strings of smoky light that now filled my car. I smiled as it burst, sending cool force through my hair, as it left my car. Even if it had left, I could still feel the evidence of it's presence around me.

With my head throbbing so bad, worse than before, and with all that's happening around me, it will not be long till I'll probably pass out. What if the law of hanging witches is still secretly going on and the FBI are just observing them for the time being, will I be hanged? Ophelia, Clarise, and Callista went on and on about how happy they are for me when I don't even know what the fuck is going on!

When you start using magic for ill intentions you can become a dark witch or wizard and it’s very hard to turn back. Elder Wynn goes on about our roots in the magical world and how our town was founded by his father’s father’s father’s father back in the late 1600s when witches were hunted and burned at the stake. We made an alliance with the werewolves to live peacefully without persecution from the human world. The problem is we haven’t changed anything since then it’s as if the entire council is still living in the 17th century.

The witches' defiance slowly crumbled, replaced by fear. “We wanted to use the wolf's blood to enhance our power,” one of the witches confessed, her voice trembling, causing me to look at them. The spell had work! “And how many of you are there?” I demanded. “There are so many of us,” the other witch responded, her voice quivering. “We planned to take over—” Before she could finish, both witches suddenly gasped, their bodies seizing up. In a matter of seconds, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Killed the same way as the witches and rogues. *****************************************

“March on crusaders! Scour this place until those scourges are all captured!” Receiving the order from their Commanding Knights, the crusaders forced their way further into the witches’ sanctuary feeling as if they have already won the war against the forces of darkness. “This way! Everyone get inside!” Tiffaun, Silvia and Amich followed by a small group of witches barged into the Cronus chamber where they observed an ongoing ritual taking place with the support of the remaining members of the colony. Their numbers weren’t that high; roughly 16 of them. They bolted the huge doors shut to prevent any further interruption.

Within a week, after Celestina and Diana's group went on their journey, dozens of witches were dead in the villages of Munster, Winterberg, and Redberg. Bodies full of bloated, pus-filled boils, and half-burned-filled the alleys and waste trash yard.