Famous Witch Hunters Novels & Stories

someone asked and most of them seem to hold a shocked expression. Murmurs soon started to fill the room as the ones who were not aware until now, asked the other if it is something they knew also. “Weren’t all the witches burnt during that witch trials that took place over…how many years ago was that again?” another one asked. “If the Blackburn and witches whom we thought had gone extinct are actually still alive, then does that mean the hunters are back too?” “If the hunters are really back again this time, they must have been conspiring on how to cross the borders and attack us. I wonder where their own kind of strength comes from.”

He was survived by his only son, Lucian who went on and carried his father’s legacy until the great hunt reached its end. In 1716, the last witch burned at the stakes was Cassandra Spellflower. She was captured while trying to rescue a group of young witches and vampires who were trapped by the hunters. Her death marked the end of the three-hundred year hunt for the creatures of the sun and moon, but other than that, April Rose couldn’t find the continuation of the page; it was ripped. Someone ripped it.

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

I didn’t notice that Melissa and I have already passed through a small brook, the size is that of a cow. “During The Great Hunting that succeeded the Witch Trials in the seventeenth century, some of the werewolves fled here in Moonburn, Washington—one of the first places in America to see the misery in burning women and accusing them of so-called witchcraft. That’s why some werewolves from the west that came from all countries decided to gather here, and this is where the Trinity Goddess took them under their wings.” “Did the Trinity Goddess—I mean I never know there are deities here in Washington.”

It wasn’t exactly one many people remembered with fondness, after all. “It wasn’t without...difficulty,” Liam’s father whispered. He rubbed his hands together quietly. “We had to...burn the witch hunters on stakes to prove our loyalty to the witches. To show them that we truly just wanted their help and nothing more. It was...it was a dark day for the down. Many of the Witch Trial hunters were seasoned vampire hunters as well, thinking that they were doing right by hunting more monsters despite the truth…” Liam’s father shook his head. “I...I hate to even think about what those poor people went through.”

"Salazar was a passionate man too. He was an amazing teacher, and the children tended to follow after him everywhere. Salazar loved his wife more than anything in the world, and it was a heavy blow for him when he lost her for the witch hunts of the time." "Did he ever catch the witch hunters?" Mr. Cuffe asked, interrupting Erik. The witch hunts were a very sad part of wizarding history. "Oh yes, he did. It was then that he learned that it was all premeditated. An old enemy of his had tipped the hunters about where Esmeralda, his wife, would be and she got ambushed. Salazar asked for Godric's help and, together, they went after the traitor. The man's end was not a pretty one. After having hi

“An injury close to her heart. Mortal.” “From what?” I whisper. “A witch-hunt,” she replies grimly. “Witches and wolves had long been enemies. But the hatred worsened during the reign of Damon’s great-grandfather.” I flinch at the name. “He was Alpha then,” she continues. “And under his rule, witch blood was hunted without mercy.” I imagine it,fear, screams, blood in the forest and my stomach churns. “The witch your mother found had escaped,” the seer says. “Barely. She collapsed by the creek, knowing she would not survive.”

He is a man who wants movement, not just information. “Humans and witches. Our guys suspects he works with witches hence sending our own fallen vampires into the hands of hunters, forcing them to kill them and have internal madness and forcing them to walk around at night to attack our innocents and that’s why the hunters are coming after us” Witches. The word felt like a bell tolling somewhere under the city. Witches in our part of the world often come cloaked in midnights and bargains. The idea that he had allied himself with practitioners who trade blood for favors gave me the odor of sulfur and old wood smoke. Hunters, forced madness, evidence piled like sacrifices. The thought of our fa

he stated firmly, his expression shifting from skepticism to a steely determination. I looked up at him, a mix of hope and apprehension stirring within me. "Help? What kind of help?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He met my gaze with a knowing look. "We're going to need a witch hunter," he said, his words carrying a weight of finality. A chill ran down my spine at the mention of a witch hunter. They were a rare breed, skilled in tracking down and dealing with rogue witches who posed a threat to the supernatural world. The fact that Daniel was suggesting such a drastic step indicated the seriousness of the situation.