The Witch Hunt Book Novels & Stories

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

"This is a bit about how it all started. I try skimming down the page, trying to decipher Mark's crows feet writing, making a face. "Or I can save your eyes from bleeding and just tell you". He says grinning, taking the book back. "You can say it started with a woman named Margaret Murray. She was a British anthropologue and egyptologue who studied some court documents from the inquisition". Mark sits up more straight, looking in his book. "Oh here it is. In 1921 she published a book called 'The witch cult in western Europe', were she claimed to have found a fertility God from before christianity hidden behind the accused witches confessions of devil worshipping. She called him 'The horned o

It was like a never-ending cycle. With the twins' help, we could hack into the minister's timetable and found out he had a work trip scheduled at the end of the week. This would be our first opportunity to go after him undetected, as the minister was staying at a secluded resort at the top of a mountain in Sweden. I had flown my men out to capture him. However, by the time we got there, the minister was already tied up in his room, with a note in his mouth from the Huntress. There was a puddle of blood on the floor below his seat, which showed that whoever this Huntress was, had gotten to him at least an hour before we got here.

I said pulling three thick books from my bag and slamming them on the table. He rolled his eyes and looked at me with a bored expression. "You think the answer is in some musty old books?" he asked. "Trust me, I've looked." "Just listen," I ordered. "I spent hours in the Alpha's library trying to find something...anything about witchcraft. After scrawling through almost every book I was beginning to think I was going mad but then I realised something. The books I was looking through were stories and historical facts about the pack- not top secret information concerning magic. A long and exhausted story involving a thorough search for a key no bigger than my thumbnail later I had access to th

My mom continued, “Dahlia, Queen of the Dark Witch Coven, is on the loose looking for the children she gave birth to many years ago. At least the ones she didn’t kill, anyway. As far as I have been able to tell, Elisabeth is the first born and, therefore, the strongest. I will tell you… her magic is extremely powerful. I found her in the forest with her umbilical cord still attached. The cord hadn’t even had time to grow cold. I found her because I felt the waves from her magic from ten miles away. When I reached the source of the waves, you can only imagine my surprise. She was such a tiny thing. She ended up growing up to be the same, tiny body with huge magic. She had a temper tantrum at

Dante explained. That magic had been put in place during the beginning of my grandfather’s reign and had been done by a very powerful witch. “The good news is that I happen to know a witch who would be able to remove the runes properly and create even stronger barriers.” “Thank you, Dante,” Brynn said, offering a genuine smile which he returned. “Anytime, flying wolf,” he teased. The Council filled us in on what the bastard was known for. It was the typical diabolical bullshit. Murder, abductions, sex slave rings, selling children to the highest bidders, and destroying entire packs.

I cried and tried to get out of his strong grip, but it was impossible. "I just want to hug her goodbye." I pleaded but he was not budging. "Dec please, I'll just only watch her leave, I promise not to touch her." Tears streamed down my face. Declan had heard the news of a congregation of wolves and a coven of Witches joining forces to find our daughter, they did not know her, but the person they had described was exactly my daughter. A Witch had seen a vision, something about the prophecy and those that were against would do anything to prevent it from being fulfilled. I did not understand it, but somehow my daughter was in the middle of it all and her life was in danger.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

It was a book of herbs and how to combine them to handle different illnesses. This must have been what Lucien was talking about. Sitting the book back down I rubbed at the dust on the window as best as I could. The moon was big and bright tonight and it instantly found myself drawn to it. Glancing toward the yard I saw the same little red wolf running toward the backyard. I shook my head, I guess if I was going to have a wolf in my yard at least it was small and seemed aloof to me.