The Witch Hunter Novel Novels & Stories

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

I offer him support, but he rejects me and dumps down in an armchair. “Inquisition ? What do you mean ?" I turn to Erik again. "It was witch-hunts, not the dark ones”. Damn, I do not have the energy to stand here and listen to an old man's raving madness. “That's what you have been told to believe ! The story has been corrected”. He smiles superiorly. "Does that mean that the books have been corrected ?" I can see that the professor has no intention of revealing more. I have to find another strategy. “I have been chased by one of the dark ones. He wants to seize my powers. If there is something you can tell me so I can stop this, please help me”.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

“There might be more of a response if you contacted them directly. You know how they feel about werewolf society and hierarchies.” Damn it! I threw down the reports that I was looking over. He was right. I hated dealing with the hunters and their society. They were cowards, hiding behind stolen magic of witches they’d hunted down in the past. If it wasn’t for the need for peace, I would have happily moved toward wiping them out. As alpha of the strongest pack in North America, I knew that I could unite our packs and rid our continent of them if I really wanted to. But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters?

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

“The important thing is that she knows this. Kruz and Kasper one of you needs to take a few warriors and see what you can find out from this witch.” “Okay, little sister,” Kruz said crossing his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes at her. She glared at him and copied his stance. “Can you tell us where this witch is?” He questioned with a raised brow. “Well, I know the area where she’s located and descriptions so, I can show you where it is.” She smiled wide. Hunter’s face grew dark, “Oh hell no!” He bellowed. “There is NO way you are going to see some witch we know nothing about!” He gritted out, Taz was on the surface fighting to break through to protect his mate.

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.

But the answers he sought remained elusive, veiled in the complexities of ancient texts. As frustration threatened to consume him, a serendipitous discovery illuminated a previously unseen path. In a dusty corner of the library, tucked away in a forgotten tome, Zander stumbled upon an encrypted manuscript—an account of a confrontation between the coven and an ancient pack of werewolves. Zander deciphered the cryptic script, unraveling the secrets of the witch’s origins and her connection to the ongoing conflict. It was revealed that the witch, once human, had been seduced by the dark forces that corrupted her soul. In her quest for power, she had made a pact with malevolent entities, becomin

"You do not get to kill anyone in my sanctuary. Not him. Not anyone. This is my home and you just violated every law I hold sacred." "Move witch," the hunter snarled. "This does not concern you. This is pack business. Werewolf justice. Step aside or die with him." "Everything in this building concerns me. And you just declared war on the Crib. On me. On everyone I protect." Her hands started to glow. Not green. Not witch magic. Something else. Something brighter. "That was a mistake." The hunter laughed. It was an ugly sound full of contempt. "You think you can stop all of us? You and what army? We are trained killers. We have silver. We have spells. We have everything we need to end you."

June said as she released a wave of fire to knock out the hunters. As they rolled to the ground, two of the witch hunters fired arrows at the girls. “Look out,” April G yelled, raising her hands to freeze the arrows in place. “Their witches,” One of the hunters yelled as they changed the girls with swords in their hands. “Back off,” Madison yelled as she conjured the witch hunters away with her telekinesis. The witch hunters were rendered unconscious as the girls pursued the bugeyes. “How are we going to catch up to Hughley?” April G said.