Salem Witch Trials Novels & Stories

Before long they were just ordinary healers, women who were rumored to live such a long life, and had the longevity that the mother church has been after, those rumored women becoming the healers of the nearby villages. But why is it that the mother church had such a fervor for witch and supernatural hunting? The answer is, between the tenth to the eleventh century, when the three main villages tried and executed the coven's last supposed family, between five hundred and seven hundred people were put to death for witchcraft. The epicenter of the witch hunts was the three main hamlet's An ancient-like-speaking heartland, a region that makes up Winterberg, Redberg, and Munster Village.

Gale was intrigued and wanted to know more. “Ancient spells, or should I say, ancient curses have been planted in all of the men and woman who have witches' blood on their veins, witches being burned in Salem because of werewolf who was trying to maintain their secret society.” She took a sip of her herb tea and continued, “Out of spite, the elders created a new spell, cursing every witch that fornicated with a werewolf, cursing them to have a barren womb or send the child to infant death syndrome.”

Ignoring the fear and anxiety that came with such a heavy demand, Helena nodded her face solemn and open. "I swear on my life." "Then, Helena Feryp, daughter of Lumen Lunae, soon to be Helena Damon, Luna of Blood Moon, we offer ourselves in service to you and welcome you to our humble pack, Blood Moon." They all bowed, heads tilted in respect. Helena was well aware of the protocol for these things and despite knowing it was not necessary as she was their future Luna, she returned their bow with one of her own, honoured that they would give someone like her a chance when so many found her disability an inexcusable sin.

Alice pretends to inspect the books' covers as we walk. "You know the Salem Witch trials?" she whispers. I nod. "Of course." "The Silver Hunters were founded by some of their descendants." I frown. "Huh? For what purpose?" We stop walking and she looks around to make sure no one is close. "Because they had something against witches. But then it grew as they discovered there are more than witches out there. Now they're hunting everyone." We're almost to the wall where she showed me the secret book, the one she said we weren't supposed to know about.

) Finally, the dagger is capable of smitting the unholy with a single strike. With the possession of such items, it was no wonder why the disciples of Hekacy are regarded as near unstoppable anfd powerful. However, at the peak of their power it was not until the salem witch trials were in effect where the village people raided their coven and took the four items and thus they disbanded in order to not persecuted and burned at the stake. While they attempted to liberate their fellow members, they failed to rescue most and laid low until modern society arrived. While they disbanded they are not completely gone as their activities are still known. BUt not as much

“Interesting. Go on.” “Girl. Magic. Birthmark,” Maud replied. “A witch perhaps?” Agnes offered. “Thomas mentioned the girl he saw had clothing from olden times. There was a spike in witch trials in the late 16th and early 17th centuries so we can add those in to try and narrow it down?” Maud shrugged. “Ye’re the boss of this here contraption, Agnes.”

"Woah. It was that insane back then?" "Yes. Random witch trials, false rumors. Innocent people being hanged or burned for no reason. Everyone else pinned for being a witch for unusual patterns or significant features on their bodies such as moles on their faces or having not to bleed easier. I...was born in the darkest days of History." "So...whatever happened? To the Crimson Bride I mean?"

"It depicts a ritual used by ancient witches to 'see that which cannot be seen' as the text translates. It requires the eyes of a sacrificed victim and allows the user to see anywhere untouched by natural light. And contrary to popular belief, one needs not be a witch in order to use sacrificial magic." Chris laughed, but I could tell he was agitated. Atlas was nearing the truth, and it was getting to him. "And you supposed that I journeyed to wherever this is just to use this ancient altar, Mr. Oasis?" Chris snorted. "No," Atlas said calmly, "because Romulus is built upon the ruins of Salem, a place once littered with hundreds of sites like these. One of which is located in your territory,

“The ancient witch trials. If she passes, she’ll be proven innocent, and no one will question her again. If she fails…” I didn’t let him finish. “You want to put her through those barbaric trials?” I was on my feet now, my fists clenched at my sides. The witch trials were designed to be impossible. They weren’t meant to prove innocence; they were meant to break and kill those accused. I couldn’t let that happen to her. I wouldn’t. Elder Gideon raised a hand to calm me. “We understand your reluctance, but the people are scared. They need reassurance. If you don’t agree to the trials, there’s only one other option.”

Jeniece, though still weak, sat up and stared into the fire, her eyes distant as she began to speak, her voice trembling with memories long buried. "When the Salem trials began," she started, her voice low, "it was nearly impossible for a witch to survive. What they did to witches was worse than death. Imagine being dragged to the town square, knowing that you'll be torn apart piece by piece, and the worst part? It happens while you're still alive. They made a spectacle of it, using torturous tools in front of crowds—men, women, even children, forced to watch the horror unfold."