Cromwell Witches Novels & Stories

They took delight—especially around Halloween—in scaring kids with talk about the coven of witches who used to frequent the area, one of whom allegedly wrote The Book of Shadows, a grimoire of great power. The author was thought to be one Delores Mellor who, along with her four other coven members, died at the hands of the Witchfinder General in the 18th Century. Summer tourists often came to the cove, fascinated with its macabre history. For, although the true nature of the tales surrounding it was fantastic, it was also a fact that five women had actually died as a result of a witch trial, and such an event would only continue to serve to fascinate.

But what really sealed the deal was the legendary fight at Tower bridge in London, United Kingdom. The people who were there probably thought it would be just an ordinary night, they couldn't have been more wrong. People started turning into big wolves attacking an army of immortal fanged beings. Many saw what happened, many also became casualties. It was even caught on film. People could no longer take for granted what they saw and witnessed. World leaders started talking among themselves, planning the best course of action. But nothing happened because they did not know how to let these creatures out.

As Clara was about to talk, Emrys raised a hand and said, “If you are truly who prophecy says you are, then you have a long way to go, I’m afraid.” She was about to talk again when Emrys was about to raise his hand so instead, she turned her question into a snarl, “Don’t you dare shush me again, Emrys. I mean it.” The pitcher of water beside her clattered to the ground without anyone touching it and spilled water onto the metal floor. Emrys’ gaze went to the pitcher of water and said, “You are a mouthy one, aren’t you? Anyway, you don’t know it but I will tell you. You are the most powerful witch to ever exist in centuries. Evelyn, your mother was supposed to tell you but she got to her befo

And now Nineteen persons having been hang'd, and one prest to death, and Eight more condemned, in all Twenty and Eight, of which above a third part were Members of some of the Churches of N. England, and more than half of them of a good Conversation in general, and not one clear'd; about Fifty having confest themselves to be Witches, of which not one Executed; above an Hundred and Fifty in Prison, and Two Hundred more accused; the Special Commision of Oyer and Terminer comes to a period.

“I’m sure that you would tell us anyway, so why don’t you get on with it?” She sneered back at me. “It means that I know every dirty little secret you all have been doing against each other to rise in ranks. For instance, your little sister, Isobel did not die by being mauled by wolves, it was the queen mother of your coven that orchestrated her death and the death of six other witches her age to rise to the rank of being the leader of your coven. The witches who were sacrificed for your so-called queen mother, their names are Sabrina, Dhalia, Maya, Freya, Gretta, and Genna”

Entering the castle was not as hard as I thought it would be, upon our entry, I realized we were on the Red Velvet Coven lands. Humans had always been dumb when it came to the supernaturals, and they did not seem to believe in things like that, that was why they call the place ‘castle’. I don't blame them though, we supernaturals have always been tight on keeping our secrets because not all humans are as open-minded as we would like them to be.

“What year is it?” “It’s 1592 in the year of our Lord.” Isabella ran back into the cottage. The hourglass was no longer there. She wondered where it went. Then she ran back outside. The girl was confused by Isabella's actions. “What are you looking for?” “The hourglass! It was sitting on the table but I couldn't find it.” “I know why you can't find it.” “Why?” “That’s because a witching glass can only exist during the time it is made or enchanted. Therefore the one you used doesn’t exist now.”

The bidder said and he came upon the stage. Manu and I were already on the stage. He came and stood by Manu. " Thanks a lot for your appreciation. Did you really liked them so much?" I asked him with an eyebrow raised. " Most of the dresses were very good, but these two looked amazing, especially when she is wearing them. My beautiful wife, Manyata Sahil Malhotra a.k.a. Manyata Singh Rathore looked like a beautiful blushing bride in them. " He said looking at her. She blushed even more. He held her hand in his and kissed it.

" My heart pounded. This was exactly what I wanted to know. "She's right." I looked up from the book and saw Eleanor. She seemed utterly breathless. "What did you find?" I asked her immediately, fear spreading in the depths of my chest. "The descendants of Wolfrick were cursed along with him. All of them. The last of their kind swore not to rest until they had wiped Selene's wolf goddesses for what she had done. It included imprisoning witches with a poisonous potion. They're being held captive, Chloe." I placed my hand over my mouth.