Stories About The Salem Witch Trials Romane & Geschichten

"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?"

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.

They created a story to go along with it and hung her in front of Mary and sent Mary on her way with no mother. Mary was raised as a white witch as her mother was. She was scared because of what happened and ran away from that village and ended up in Exeter, England. She raised herself for a while before she met a woman named Susanna Edwards. It was through Susanna that Mary learned about black witchcraft. She delved into it completely to the point where she learned things that had not been done in hundreds of years. She was a master of spells and curses. She was a master of herbs and poisons. She knew too much for her own good. When she was accused of witchcraft herself, she blamed Susanna.

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.”

She, like me, was clearly impressed by Julian's take-charge nature, "When the Fae sought refuge here, they were given certain stipulations to live under. The Hellhounds of that time decided it was best to give the responsibility of handling them to witches since magic ran through both. Except, witches pulled magic from the earth whereas Fae drew magic from their world. This world didn't suit them well. It was difficult for them to practice their magic at first." Julian kept his voice neutral, although, I knew he could see the flirtatious looks Iris offered him on a fucking silver platter, "What changed?" Iris shrugged, "The witches taught them a thing or two I suppose. All I know is that the

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."

Hard telling how long it would take to find what I was looking for. The pages of the grimoire were incredibly old and stiff as I carefully paged through. Some of the spells dated back to the fifteen hundreds, before the Salem Witch Trials. But it was known that the people they had executed weren't witches. In my short time in the supernatural world, even I knew that there was no way to catch a witch who didn't want to be caught. He or she could easily transport anywhere they wanted and escape. In the grimoire, there were spells of all kinds. One spell was for making the crops grow well. There was a killing spell with a warning not to use it lightly and definitely not in the heat of passion.

Story of a Salem witch Jessalyn Radisson gets just what she wants when the townsfolk burn her at the stake. "Jessalyn Radisson, under the laws of the Commonwealth of Salem Massachusetts, on this day of our Lord in 1692, I find you guilty of witchery, witchcraft, wizardly, sorcery, and conjuring," said the Honorable Judge Robert Hall. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before I pass sentence." Even though he mindlessly asked her if she had anything to say before he sentenced her to die, he wasn't paying her any attention. Too busy looking through the papers he had before him, he seemed ready to ignore whatever she had to say.

“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.”

“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.