The Witch Hunt Book Novels & Stories

She quickly pulled out the book from the shelf. Under its title was a written quotation that said, "A book for witches." Even though she knew herself that she didn't have witch blood, she still decided to give it a try. Nowo quickly went down so that she could start reading it.

Alpha Gordons stood up and started pacing around the room. “Alpha I stumbled upon a book in the Pack’s archive hidden by one of your ancestors and it was tagged Do witches still exist? The book was not there for decoration, there was a reason your ancestors must have dropped it. I read the book and the information I gathered was too good to be true. Alpha, Witches still exist in our world today and based on that book, the author predicted that the few which exist would want to inhabit any land they came across.” The Pack doctor finished leaving the Alpha speechless.

Julian closed his eyes in agony, seemingly unable to look at her any longer. Miriam, acting like a madwoman, took the newborn's blood essence again and again. She drew countless sigils, but Julian's condition didn't change at all. The innocent infant wailed in pain, and the room filled with the acrid stench of burning parchment as the failed sigils turned to ash. The scene was pure chaos. When Miriam reached for the blade to take blood yet again, Julian mustered his remaining strength and hurled a bowl at her.

Because, as the saying goes, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. If the witches are teaming up with wolves once again, I need to hurry and speed up my plans. I was keeping a low profile and building up my own pack. I guess this little witch is what I need for my plans. Maybe having her as a mate won’t be so bad after all. *** Hana’s POV

When I gasped in confused surprise she continued, “There is a powerful witch in their midst. If he discovers ye are magical, there is no telling what he’ll do. Witches are territorial. Besides, ‘tis always nice to have an ace up your sleeve.” “That’s an odd saying,” I giggled. “What does it mean?” “’Tis an old saying. ‘Tis something card players used to con the other players and give them the win,” she mused. “Card playing?” I questioned. “Cards playing is before your time,” she said patiently. “They are rectangular pieces of thin cardboard with numbers and images on them.” “Do you mean Tarot?” I asked. “I read something about them.”

The memory of his words slithered through me, his voice still echoing from that night when he marked me. "Run, little boy, run, because when we find you, we will hunt." "Promised? I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was running from my pack when you found me—they were going to kill me, I swear," he pleaded, but I didn't buy it. Couldn't. I knew his kind too well, knew what they lived for. They loved the thrill of the hunt, and I was just one more piece of prey.

Lilith snorted with anger. She wouldn’t rest until she got even with that evil witch finder. She had come a long way. She was only seventeen when her innocent mother was burned alive. The witch hunter had arrived in the town to hunt the witches down. Most of them were innocent victims and of course the wicked ones had gotten away.

The carriage boy gutted to reveal even though he was dead nervous at the moment but not being surprised with the claim still, Princess Rosemary cared less taking him by an unexpected surprise there then again. "My veil would promise his security. I just want to have a word with the lord of young Europe." The powerful words of the mysterious woman again caught the man's breath as he felt heavy chills rushing through his vessels. Acknowledging the fact that the mysterious woman was a witch, the carriage man was already horrified enough to think straight but then hearing her intentions, he just became blank for a minute or two... "Master would murder me for this dare, lady." Immediate regret wa

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

I sit in my chair next to Mary and the boys are in there bouncing cradles. “What is that book for, Luna?” Mary asks. “I’m not sure. I just found it, hidden under dust and blended into the shelf. It looks like it is about witches though.” I respond. I open the book and as I start reading, I notice this book is about the history of witches and what there is to know about them. The book is old and I’m not sure how much of the information is still valid, but I decide to look for ways to defend or defeat a witch. I flip through the pages until my eyes falls on the chapter that says, ‘Remedies To Safeguard Against Witches.’ That sounds like what I’m looking for but I’m not sure, word choice in thi