Famous Witch Hunters Novels & Stories

How did it all start with me encountering them? FLASHBACK HIGHLIGHT A few years ago, I encountered hunters for the very first time in my life and they could detect that I was a werewolf. These were not just normal hunters with useless weapons. These are real, fierce and trained hunters for werewolves. It seems they have some sort of organisations that is sponsoring them. They must surely have someone who can do witchcraft helping them too. I wasn't the pack leader at that time but I was trained enough to tell them apart. The world is a very scary place, humans are dangerous to werewolves and werewolves are dangerous to humans, witches and vampires.

“Since none of you can provide me with the truth, I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands. I’m bringing in a witch hunter.” Gasps rippled through the court, the sound of shock and disbelief rising like a wave. I couldn’t breathe. A witch hunter? Did he have any idea what that would mean for us? Witch hunters didn’t care about the truth; they just wanted blood. Once they were called in, there was no going back. People would die. Innocent people.

My eyes fell on a chapter about the Peytons. … Famed for their prowess as witch hunters, the Peyton family held a place of honor in the Crookshollow community. During the late Victorian period, Patriarch Robert Peyton was Bishop of Loamshire and led some of the last witch hunts on English soil, mostly against what he called shapeshifters who poisoned the land with their unnatural face. The family was supposedly haunted by a cursed relative who could turn into a wolf. They committed this unfortunate cousin to a mental asylum. Peyton and his family stabbed to death at least eighteen people they believed to be shapeshifters, including a family who lived in a cave in the woods near Crookshollow.

Raven nodded in settlement with Anna's explanation. "I additionally heard from my foster figure who for my part witnessed witch hunts in Europe. Those who have been rounded up and persecuted as witches, simply none of them have been definitely actual witches. But there appears to be an exceptionally small variety of witches among them. To the human beings concerned withinside the hunt, that becomes enough to attain their goals. Even if it intended sacrificing tens of lots of innocents, as long as an actual witch isn't always permitted loose, it becomes taken into consideration really well worth it. And although they have been now no longer capable of exterminating the witches absolutely, so

The Hunt was dedicated to killing all supernaturals, saying that we were unnatural demons who needed to be extinguished. The first group they went after were the witches. The witches were the easiest species to get rid of since they were basically human. They didn’t have magic wands, hands, or pinkies. The witches believed in making their own magic. They had books that were passed down from generations, teaching them to make potions. They read directions out of a book, mixed some things together, said a few words, and poof the outcome is a potion. They had no sort of immediate defense once their potions were gone because they had to prepare them days in advance.

"For all we know, they're setting a trap." "I don't understand." Kaida eyed the two of them. "What do you mean by hunters?" "Witch hunters," Fiona barked. "Exactly as it sounds. It's an organization started centuries ago by, who else? The Meaths. Their only purpose is to kill our kind, those with pure magick. They have countless others in the fold now." Ice shot up Kaida's spine. "You can't be serious." "Do I look like I'm playing Candyland?"

“But the hunter's aren't just trained soldiers with high tech weapons and good battle tactics.” Kimberly flung her legs to the sides of the bed, her ear attentive for what he was about to say. “Many decades ago,” He began, turning around to face her. “The hunters started with twelve noble families that came together seeking the annihaltion of the werewolves’ existence. These families were bestowed upon by the six most powerful witches at the time, with unique strength and abilities differing them from the average humans.

She closed the door behind herself. I looked at my father-in-law, seeing the deep frown that had now settled on his face. "Rafael... You need to do something about it. Many people hate witches, as do I… but still, it's at a different level…The group that is rumoured to have been formed, the witch hunters, are killing witches. Keep your most trusted men by Raihana’s side, and the future Luna's. " He said running his fingers through his greying beard, his sharp eyes looked calculating as he glanced up at me.

I believe you. He made the observation that "there was a lot of vampire hunting going on back in the early seventeenth and eighteenth centuries," when referring to the time period. "There was a lot of ridiculous superstition back then. a search for witches. Vampire hunters. A great number of innocent persons were killed." She was aware of the fact. She learned about the Salem witch trials in school, and then expanded her knowledge by conducting extra study online. She had occasionally overheard her father discussing ancestors who had been slaughtered prior to the werewolf community going underground. These ancestors had been werewolves.

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"