Stories About Salem Witch Trials Novels & Stories

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.

Her daughter knew everything and she had the gift to. I couldn't believe what they had been through, killed because of a gift they were born with. I knew of the Salem trials, we had read about them when I was in school. And I knew how any woman with a brain who spoke her spoke her truth was killed off as a witch. Then there were those who actually were witches and knew how to use magic but I didn't that back then. But this was Jasper's history, his legacy, his ancestors and they had almost all of them met a gruesome end.

I feel… Lena paused in her writing when her alarm went off, signalling for her to stop journaling and start one of her final pieces of coursework. She closed her journal and slid it into her desk drawer. The twenty one year old then booted up her laptop and proceeded with the paper on the Salem Witch Trials of all things. Yeah…she nearly snorted at the irony of it too. A witch writing about the persecution of witches. An hour blended into two. A couple of hours became several until Lena had reached a good point in her work where she could leave it for the next day. She powered down her laptop and took out her journal to pick up where she left off.

“I have a husband.” Several groans sounded that made Cameron and me smile at each other before we were forced to pay attention to class. “Alright then, let’s start today’s lesson.” Mrs. Kovac gave us another smile. “Turn to page 94, The Salem Witch Trials.”

I was about to say something when that woman who had been following me around at the festival appeared. "Ms. Stephens I've been waiting for you by the river. What is taking you so long?" She asked, placing her hands on her waist. How did she know we were going to the river? "I know you boys." She said looking at the group of men. "If I remember correctly your grandfathers tried to have me killed back in 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. Do I need to do to you what they did to me?" The men backed up at the threat and she smiled.

"They're trying to bring back the Salem Witch Trials during the colonial times in the States babe. And that's not good." "A lot of people suffered, didn't they?" I asked her. "A lot of people died as well. There were trials, hangings. A group of girls as innocent as they claimed they were, they claimed they were possessed by the devil and then laid the blame on some of the local women as well." "Well shit," Claire said aloud. "that's really fucked up. How many died?" "30." Kait said with ice. "And they were hung to death." Claire gulped down a twinge of fear. "And the military of Germany thinks that there are more witches afoot now as well. Fuck...what did I get myself into?"

“The families fled from Salem during the witch trials under one coven. But as time went on the elders of the coven began to disagree and they split.” Continuing to flip through the pages of one of the books, Abigale’s fingers land on the page that she is looking for and she pushes it in my direction. Sitting in a stunned silence for several moments, I just stare at the page unable to absorb any of the words that I am reading. Finally snapping out of my trance, I actually read the page in front of me.

“It was made for a very specific purpose.” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. “What kind of purpose?” I asked, my curiosity growing by the second. Harmona met my gaze, her expression hardening slightly, as if the memory of what she was about to say was too heavy to bear. “During the Salem Witch Trials,” she began, her voice lowering, “when women were tested for magic, they had a way to avoid being caught. They could temporarily transfer their magic to another person—living or dead—and become human. For a time.”

Gritting my teeth, I settled on one channel and listened to the full exchange. "With us in the studio, we have a professor emeritus from Southern Coast College, Doctor Eli Horowitz. Doctor, what does this mean? Witches were thought to have died out after the trials of the sixteen-hundreds," the anchor said. The professor was a short, heavyset man with thinning hair. He smiled at her and shook his head. "The Salem Witch Trials were, as we all know, driven by hysteria and fear of real witches. In my book, Where Are They: The Truth About Witches, I go into greater detail about that particular era in history. It was my theory that the Spanish Inquisition, which ran from the mid-fourteen-hundreds

Her daughter knew everything and she had the gift to. I couldn't believe what they had been through, killed because of a gift they were born with. I knew of the Salem trials, we had read about them when I was in school. And I knew how any woman with a brain who spoke her spoke her truth was killed off as a witch. Then there were those who actually were witches and knew how to use magic but I didn't that back then. But this was Jasper's history, his legacy, his ancestors and they had almost all of them met a gruesome end.