Fiction Books About The Salem Witch Trials Novels & Stories

I murmured, gathering my things. At Row D, I ran my fingers across worn spines: Lycanthropy and Legends, Moon-bound, The Silver Curse. My pulse quickened as I pulled a heavy volume free. I whispered to myself, “Could I really…?” “Could you really what?” a voice came from behind me. I spun to see Fiona standing there, arms folded, a curious smile on her face. “Fiona! You scared me.” “Sorry.” She peered at the book in my hand. “Werewolves? That’s… unexpected. Planning a Halloween prank?”

Practically a prisoner. “I have another reason for wanting to go to town,” she said suddenly. “Oh?” I asked. Internally, I smirked. Knew it. “In the library basement, I have a collection of very old books. Books that were smuggled out of the north during the witch hunts,” she said slowly. She glanced at me quickly and looked away again. “My mother and her sister were both witches. They were able to save some of the old grimoires and spellbooks. My aunt is the one who taught me how to use magic, after…”

Magnusson told looking at the window. “I can understand them being shy about coming out to the public. They have stepped into the light before, and it didn’t end well.” Dimitri told them he could recall the Salem Witch Trials and the horrors the women went through. The deaths weren’t pretty, and most of them weren’t even witches. “No, it didn’t. Many women and men died. I still can’t believe such things happened,” Majesta spoke in almost a whisper. Magnusson squeezed her leg under the table, letting her know he was there for her.