Novel & Cerita Stories About Salem Witch Trials

For the first time in history, my kind was being hunted. The humans terrified themselves with campfire stories of monsters who would hunt them and their children and suck their souls from their necks. It was like the witch trials all over again, only without the farcical trials and ridiculous displays of the dunking chair and other such idiocies. The ordeal of the cold water, that is what the most common practice of determining whether a woman was a witch or not, became known as. My people were afforded no such thing. Times had moved forward, or perhaps sideways would be more apt.

" he said before disappearing in a flash of pure light. (1 year after coming to Salem) " Beautiful" , my husband Henry said, as he grabbed my face and kissed it. His brown hair and blue eyes lit the room as we looked at our baby. I had currently just given birth to the most precious angel I have ever seen, and was still in bed. Our baby girl's features match mine in every way, with her dark brown curly hair and hazel eyes. It was a beautiful moment, but the events that were soon to follow were not, if my visions served correctly. I had not told him anything about my life, or who I really am. He didn't know where I had come from. I decided to live in Salem, Massachusetts, during the time of w

That was enough. Another bonus in being wed to Jasper was the fact that his family were not die-hard puritans, as was the majority of Salem. Living amongst so many puritans was the most difficult for Kira, who was forced to cease her practice of herbal remedies for risk of being labeled a witch. That year alone, more than twenty young girls were hanged after being accused of witchcraft. It was scary times in Salem. The thought of being able to freely walk in the woods and collect herbs for medicinal use once she’d returned to her homeland kept her insides excitedly smiling even if her outside was forced to maintain a calm and pious expression.

I had heard many rumours about their kind, most of which didn’t exactly cast them in a very good light. Contrary to popular human belief, true witches were few in numbers now. Most family lines were hunted to extinction in the 15th and 16th century. After that most of the so-called witch trials and executions were of completely harmless humans, or humans who could boast of a magical connection but was not enough to be classed as an actual witch. So, the fact Alison was here, and mated to a wolf, was completely unheard of.

“You think you might find something in the history section?” I paused, thinking about what he had just said, my mind suddenly running a mile a minute. The Witch Trials were a dark part of our history, a time when witches who practiced dark magic were made to pay for their crimes. There were many tales about the atrocities and terrible things they did with their magic before they were brought to justice by the Alpha King at the time. “What is it?” Griffin asked, noticing the change in my expression. “Do you think that could be it?” I asked, my words coming out quickly as excitement coursed through me, the pieces finally coming together. “Is that why we kept missing it?”

She had told them they will be going to a place called the Salem Massachusetts and when they get there, they will be visiting the House Of The Seven Reds. That will be the place were the Leader of that coven and her witches will be tonight. Nara had spent her time researching and getting information and when she finally got something good, she was glad. Nara wanted to put an end to all the madness, it was time. She had even been followed one time and she kept walking into a dark place, allowing the person following her to follow her into the dark place. Finally she had gotten the person and gotten most of the important informations and then left the person dead.

I make a conclusion from both of their story, and it seems I was right. “Yes, why do you think Salem's witch’s trial happened? One of the spell casters frame the witch because they were outnumbered back then.” Zephyr said while he goes to put on some clothes. Elm looks at Zephyr and tilted his head, “I got another version of the story, from my Nonna, she told me that it was because the spell caster doesn’t want to share this realm together, and wanted to banish all the witches.” “Well, to be fair, both versions were equally disgusting.” I said to Elm, and not long after, I begin to yawn, and lay beside Aaron. “I think I need my beauty sleep now. The two of you could use the other bed.”

Salem had a larger population than I had originally thought. Abigail elbowed my side as Pastor Gideon continued saying, "The town of Salem has come under siege by the devil, witches are amongst us,” My stomach dropped and my heart raced, what if they find out what I am. Abigail squeezed my hand as Pastor Gideon continued, “and thanks to my dear Samuel, we can find them and cleanse them from their sins, everyone who is suspected of witchcraft will be tested."

“So if they stole the moonstone, they probably took it with them?” “Yes, that moonstone isn’t in the forest… I think.” I inhaled deeply. “When did the witches start to move into the human world?” “I have no idea… I have heard about Salem witch trial. The humans executed some witches. If we find out when that happened we can have an idea. Why don’t you search it up?” she said. I quickly picked up my phone and opened the search engine. The Salem witch trial took place between February and May of 1692. That was over 300 years ago.

"Nicholas was meant to marry another. Her name was Avadale. She was a witch and a very powerful one at that. Nicholas was a powerful warlock. She was a part of a powerful coven of witches called the Clove. They were a family of witches who only mated with other powerful beings. I'm not too familiar with their inner workings, but I do know that they always mated and birthed offspring with strong humans or warlocks. Apparently, that combination was seen as best for their particular bloodline. Avadale was in love with Nicholas, but he didn't feel the same way. He felt he was meant for someone else but couldn't find a way out. That was until Cimone. They left, and Avadale never got over the hurt