Killing The Witches Novels & Stories

"Are you saying the family that came here, mum’s and your family, were from the witch trails? William, this isn’t a time for joking around. Please I want fact not fairytale.” Ivy was told all about the trails, her mother loved to share the facts she managed to dig up. Hidden truths in plain sight. The women and children that were killed when they were innocent. As all were. No person could be a witch, or warlock. The women were burned, drowned or beaten as they were accused of witchcraft. Weren’t witches.

Dead. Some witches hide with them as I catch their weaves being cast to signal it’s time to run deeper into the woods. I hear their footsteps crunching in the woods one by one disappearing. I’m torn about whether I should go with them or not. Suddenly more witch hunters appear. This time they had brought a damn army. We need to find a champion that can help us. I need to find the silver haired man. I need some fucking sleep. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. I watch in horror as witch hunters surround three witches that were trying to protect our home. They cast spells but a noise that sounds like death screaming takes out their weaves. The hunters take large thick rattling chains and swing

he said, smiling at me. " Did you attack with the talisman?" Melena asked William smiling. " All of us did." He replied. " Good, that way they will think it is other witches that are killing them." Audrey grinned, and I understood what was going on. William and his pack warriors were picking witches from Alvina's coven and killing them off. The talisman would make it impossible for the witches to know who is killing them. Instead, they would suspect other witches and not trust themselves.

No witch or wizard had the power to reverse his spells. The young girl’s father had asked for two things, he wanted the person involved in his child’s death to never witness the birth of his own child. Second, the pack where the murderer came from would witness the death of their firstborn daughters once they reached the age of 17years just like his owns daughters life was ended, this would be their fate until the fourth generation of the murderer was born before the cause would be broken.

Normally when the full moon appeared, Hilena only needed to soak in cold water for 30 minutes, but when witches stepped into adulthood, their body temperature rose even higher than usual. Usually young witches past adulthood would choose a partner for them to have sexual intercourse with to make it easier for them to get through it, unfortunately Hilena couldn't get that because the sub-master prevented her from connecting with other people who also had mana in their bodies. Taking a deep breath, Hilena complained; 'Perhaps Yeli wanted me killed when passing my adulthood. After all, she is jealous of my talent.'

He moved swiftly, positioning himself between Travis and his intended victims, his intention crystal clear–to end their lives without hesitation. Travis's swift and deadly efficiency had already claimed the lives of more than twenty of Jason's followers. Yet, this body count failed to dissuade Jason, who persisted in his relentless pursuit of revenge. The witches, on their part, had pooled their mystical energies, channeling their powers to manifest an onslaught against Travis, fighting with desperation to protect their coven and take down the formidable Alpha.

I implored. Amelia looked up, “That’s the tricky part. If they have the powers from just one of the scalps, they aren’t truly dead when you think they are. To kill a witch, you’d need to burn the body. And to kill a werewolf, you need a weapon of silver. So if you plan on killing a witchwolf, you’d need to combine both elements and stab its heart in wolf form with a silver knife, then burn the body until the silver melts into its heart.” Valerie turned to me with worry set on her face. “The slain witchwolves we buried - they’re not really dead, are they?”

She yelled, emitting fire from the tips of her fingers- the witch's fire. To counter that attack, the witch called forth a crystal cocoon that trapped Sinai inside. She struggled to free herself from their cocoon but it was all in vain. Seeing they've successfully trapped her, the witches formed a circle around the cocoon, holding their hands. Then they began the chant of Kadhijabal- the death chant. For them to successfully take Sinai down the purgatory where witches lived their afterlife, they'd need to sacrifice their own lives. As they all chatted in ancient tongues, the witches began to fall to their knees one after another, dying. However, for each one that died, her power got transfer

“The visions showed their entire pack lifeless. Women, children, pups, including theirs. The witches said they would kill them all but that if they surrendered the child, their pack could live.” “They didn’t believe them, did they?” “Not at first,” Marek responds. “But then the witches told them to look out the window of their castle. The castle courtyard was littered in corpses. The witches had already killed everyone in the courtyard. While the Luna clutched the baby tightly, the Alpha rushed down to the courtyard and through the village. Everyone was dead. The evil witches said if they gave them the baby, they would give everyone in the pack their lives back.”

“Back up. Why do you think Lucas is killing witches?” “Another witch was found dead this morning. Killed the same way as the others, but this time they were able to tell she died of exsanguination first and then was burned. That’s not the usual way witch hunters kill.” “But why do you automatically suspect Lucas?” “Because he’s really old and strong and has been asking questions about the coven and witchcraft.” She raises an eyebrow. “And because you like him?” “Huh?”