The Witch Hunt Book Novels & Stories

Richard looked at her with pride, knowing Amalie would be proud of the daughters they had created. The girls had turned 18 in April and it was now June. They were officially old enough for their first Hunt. The Hunt was a three-week festival that happened every June. Every tribe in the Shifter Kingdom was mandated to send their unmated adult shifters to the Hunt. It was here, and here alone, that an alpha shifter was able to find and claim their omega mate. Claiming and marking outside of the Hunt was punishable, not by death, they weren't savages, but definitely by public humiliation and demotion within the shifter ranks. To be able to control yourself and your baser desires was the highest

He mumbled to himself. The idea had been his to begin with. He was a historian and had dug up many information about the Book of Black Magic dating as far back as many centuries. He found out that when the witches had tried to attain immortality and rule with gods, they had made use of a powerful witches' spell which she had documented. The book was thought to have been destroyed but it wasn't. It only appeared when someone worthy to wield it was born.

Of witches accused of curses they never cast, blamed for failed hunts, sick pups, barren lands. My fingers tremble as I turn the page. The persecutions begin. Entire covens dragged from their homes. Witches bound with silver-thread ropes. Their powers sealed with runes carved into their skin. Burned at stakes under the full moon so their screams would be “cleansed by the goddess.” My vision blurs. I read about children torn from their mothers’ arms. About wolves cheering as flames climbed higher. About alpha bloodlines,Damon’s bloodline,leading the hunts.

There was so much about witches I didn’t understand. Dee continued. “The book developed a will of its own. It could choose its bearer—one who was worthy. Many sought it, but during the War of Shadows, it vanished. We all believed it destroyed… until the day Princess Helen found it. Days before her arranged marriage, the book appeared and showed her the future. She ran away—returned pregnant months later. Her children were mixed-blood: Kara and Leigh. Helen’s father locked her away, calling her cursed.”

"And what the fuck is this about: the hunt will soon begin?" Everyone was silent, if they knew something they refused to say, or did not know and this justified the fear in their eyes. "Alice is unconscious because of me, Agnes has a burn on her hands because of me and that man was killed for at least reason." Bri said in a low voice and still staring at her hands, but then she finally raised her head and stared at everyone. "This could have been avoided." "The hunt is how we call the witch hunt." The man who was in the last chair spoke for the first time. "People may think it was just the church chasing, the fanatics wanting something to distract themselves. But the truth is there was alway

Like a VIP. She looked through the shelf, trying to see which book to start with and for some strange reason one particular book kept calling to her. “The Anthropology and History of Witches.” It was boldly written on the spine of the book and was very difficult to ignore. And as she extended her hand to grab the book, she felt unsure and scared. Almost like she was committing sacrilege by simply being curious about those creatures. Her mind raced back to the witch that was burned infront of the mansion grounds.

was doing everything in her power to make her temporary occupation strive along with her team members: Max, Ethan, Laura, and a few other kids from the first grade who were handing out candies as she narrated the story. Nora, dressed in a witch costume waved her hands, motioning to the kids around. "Gather around, folks," she called in her best eerie tone as a few kids began to cluster around their booth. "Let me tell you a tale of the Unfortunate Witch Hunt." "Once upon a time, back in the olden days, witches dwelled harmoniously amongst humans, practicing magic that was beneficial to both kinds. It was all peaceful and serene until a few humans began to feel envious of the recognition the

A shutter travels up my spine as I try not to think about which one of my mates she may have been involved with before I came along. I stare at the search bar on the library computer, and I wonder if the searches are tracked. I scan my card with the reader and type ‘witches’ into the search engine. I watch as the little blue circle in the center of the screen circles around and around, before only one book shows up on the screen. It is a children’s fictional book call The Werewolf and the Witch, and it is checked out. I blow out a deep breath and tap my long nails on the desk beside me. Clearing the search, I try ‘supernatural beings.’ Several different titles pop up, but they are all listed

Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and are excellent trackers; that coupled with Council’s resources means we have zero chances of remaining hidden for too long. As we headed toward the kitchen tent, my gut twisted with a knot of fear as Tabah went on rambling, oblivious to my thoughts. I was only half-paying attention to what he was saying, something about his sister also being back. Sarah, his sister, had always been a rebel. The last I heard about her, she had gone off to discover Altair and other magical kingdoms on her own. She isn’t employed by either the pack or the Council. It has always been a mystery to me as to how she manages to fund her travels.

She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously. “The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.