Famous Witch Hunters Novels & Stories

I saw the smile forming on his lips, so I lay down, my back flat against the ground as I rested my head on Hunt's lap, staring up at him. "I heard of those," I said. Hunt glanced down at me, his long fingers began tracing my eyebrow and then my nose. "My mom used to amuse me with those stories," he continued. "But there was only one sad story from all of those tales." I reached up and grabbed his hand, before placing it against my chest. "Tell me." "It was during the Salem Witch Trials when people didn't know that innocent beings were being persecuted and being put on trial for being werewolves." I found myself being pulled into a different setting as Hunt spoke. So I closed my eyes and list

“We don’t have access to most of those things.” “No fucking kidding,” Mama Felz said. “Which is why we need to start calling in favors. You got any witch buddies? Any covens that don’t hate your guts?” Hunter’s jaw tightened. “No.” Mama Felz frowned. She didn’t look surprised. The Moonshadow pack had no alliances with witches because of their history with Knox. He killed a lot of witches after what Agnes did to him. He hunted down witches, and slaughtered covens. Mama Felz turned the Hazel, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

In the grim medieval castle of Blackthorn, an air of dread hung heavy as the inquisitors gathered, their faces etched with righteous zeal. Five women from the village had been accused of witchcraft, and the holy duty to root out evil fell upon the shoulders of the inquisition. At the head of this grim assembly stood Lady Mircalla Le Fey, the infamous Countess, a woman renowned for her ruthless efficiency and sadistic prowess in the arts of torture.

It’s very easy to do. I know there are witches in town. The hunters live in town. Maxim lives in town. Why not the wolves? “What happened?” “The hunters collected them quietly, one at a time. And not only wolves. That season, anything with fangs or magic and no alibi was fair game. Actually, the alibi was optional, the hunters have always been more of a kill first, ask questions later kind of operation." "Did they have families? The wolves." "Yes." The word just sits there. I look at the candle instead.

“Though the witches weren’t killed the usual way witch hunters kill.” “What do you mean?” I swallow hard. Is he asking so he’ll know how to kill them later? No. He wouldn’t. I open my eyes and walk through the kitchen and onto the back porch. All three of my familiars come with. “Three witches have been killed thus far. And all three belonged to a coven. Usually, witch hunters seek out the loners, the witches without a circle of protection. If they do go after a coven, they go after the whole thing. Not kill one witch and move on to another state.”

Jesu and his sons sat by them, constantly asking questions. "How do you know who to pick when looking for an apprentice? How many Hunters are there? How long is the apprenticeship? How do people know your a Hunter? What kind of work do you do?" The brother took turns asking questions, but they never really received an answer to any of them. Jesu just observed, watching the leader of the party. He had to be someone of importance among the Hunters, because the others kept answering for him, or taking the plates the women would bring for him. But where he could not exactly place.

Several of the armed men apprehended Hughley and forced him into the bugey. “Hey, you can’t do that,” April G said. “He didn’t do anything wrong.” “We can’t afford any chances, Young Lady.” Garnish said. “What kind of cops are you?” June said. “We are not, Cops.” Garnish pulled out an amulet from around his neck, revealing it to have the head of a blue dragon. “We are witch hunters.” As the rest of the witch hunters boarded their bugeyes, Garnish signeted four of them to surround the sisters.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Centuries ago, witches were loved and cherished, even worshiped because of the pure magic they possessed. They would heal the sick, raise the dead, and stop plagues with their magic potions but all of a sudden the witches started using that as a medium of evil and started getting corrupted. They no longer used pure magic that the moon goddess gifted them with. They tried monetizing their abilities and extorting the people, more often than not, inflicting harm on people who couldn't afford their exorbitant prices and that was when witch hunters arose, leading to the distinction of both the good and bad witches.

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.