They Didn't Burn Witches They Burned Women Novels & Stories

I had visited the witches to make sure using such magic would not influence my unborn children. Although they could not promise me, they mentioned that since Bucky had said they were males, the chances of them having the same issues as I did, was slim. Only a woman was said to be part of the legend. That wasn’t that they couldn’t find troubles of their own or issues to fix, but they would not have to worry about losing their minds, as only women could become witches and sorcerers, much like Bucky, were spared that issue. They could still become ‘evil’ if one wanted to use that term, but the two spell-casters used their magic in different ways.

The crowd surrounding him chanted. Even though Emberlynn didn't understand what was happening, she needn't be told about the hatred for witches. Just like Damien, she could guess they were werewolves who had suffered from witches. The image shifted, and she was in another village. Screams erupted as women, children, and men ran around looking for where to hide. But they were almost not successful as they were captured. Flames engulfed the village, burning the witches at the stake. Emberlynn's mind raced through the chaos as she stood rooted to the spot, watching everything in horror.

In his mind there is only vengeance and wanting to punish everyone, thinking that they deserve to be punished because of one person, Pearl Collins. No one dared to challenge the king, all were obedient and with the thought that witches could not be trusted, they followed the king’s orders indiscriminately and mercilessly. “MONSTER!!!” The screams of the witches rang out as they saw the Alpha king standing with a cold murderous gaze and mercilessly burning the witches alive with flames. “You’re not the Alpha King.. You’re a monster king!!!”

She knew that she wouldn't die easily, and the fire would just keep hurting her until she finally died. The wolves were not expecting the alpha to burn her. "No witch has ever been burned." They were only sent to the black forest whenever they did something unforgiving. Before any of them could try to stop him, Alex had lit the matches and set the witch on fire. Ha! Ha! Stop this! She screamed in pain, but no one came towards her. Not only was her power taken from her, she was also burned to death. That was the worst punishment a witch could get.

“Kill that witch! Kill that witch!! Kill that witch!!!” What witch? The woman who addressed the crowd turned around, and I nearly got a heart attack. Julie! “Kill that witch!” She yelled and set a stick on fire. She approached a bunch of wood and set the dry sticks with the torch in her hand before passing it on to the other members of her group. “Kill that witch!!!” They all screamed as they it the bunch of wood ome after the other, eyes glinting passionately. I watched the smoke curl up and rise slowly up a pair of legs tied to a stake.

Magnusson told looking at the window. “I can understand them being shy about coming out to the public. They have stepped into the light before, and it didn’t end well.” Dimitri told them he could recall the Salem Witch Trials and the horrors the women went through. The deaths weren’t pretty, and most of them weren’t even witches. “No, it didn’t. Many women and men died. I still can’t believe such things happened,” Majesta spoke in almost a whisper. Magnusson squeezed her leg under the table, letting her know he was there for her.

“Just wait. The wolves will turn on you.” Her voice dropped to a vicious whisper. “And when they do… they’ll burn you next to the rest of us and generations of other witches who were persecuted for being different.”

“Then maybe you should have thought about that before running your mouth and disobeying orders. The earlier you tell me what I need to know, the earlier you sit.” Who knew this was going to be fun? I would have passed up the opportunity to see these men suffering like this. These same men that have been responsible for the public humiliation and burning of women and children solely because they thought they were witches..some of these kids even had disabilities and they said that they were the devil's spawn. Sometimes, I wonder what they told Carlisle and his father who started this madness on order to make them believe their lies and give their consent. But not on my watch. I won't be that

In the orange glow of the approaching flames, she tried to twist it off, but her fingers were too swollen from the pregnancy. She was literally trapped by the symbol of his family’s "respectability" while the man himself left her to burn. For a suspended second, no sound but the low roar was growing beneath the floor. She stared at her screen as it dimmed in her shaking hand. He had chosen. Not just between two women. Between truth and assumption. Between his child and his pride. Orange light flickered beneath the crack of her door. The heat followed. It moved fast. Faster than her mind could catch up with it. The air shifted from thick to suffocating. The smoke poured in, black and merciles

she said with her tone laced with strain. I glanced at the people beside the burning village. “The warlocks?” “They are stronger, more powerful than the witches and their selfishness brought us this misfortune.” She bowed her head, digging her fingers on the soil. “I don’t understand.” I shook my head. “They burned your village. What for?” “Power. They burned our coven’s village because witches are getting more powerful than them. So they became ruthless, conspired against us so they could garner our magic,” she said through gritted teeth as I watched the fire diminish.