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

I would never name my child after her name. "She was one of the strongest witches of that time. The dark magic she possessed was used to destroy and ruin kingdoms. People of their time called her THE EVIL WITCH. Though her real name was not known by many people." Suited her perfectly, the evil. I leaned in as I put my head on his shoulder as well stayed with beats. I closed my eyes as I found myself getting lost in the sweet melody. "She was burned along with witches when werewolves and vampires joined hands. But people say her screams still could be heard where she was burned," I looked up at him through the side as I smiled up at him.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

Different tests are run on the women to ascertain their status as many are thrown into rivers with weights tied around them, sprinkled holy water upon, and other dehumanizing methods to find out if they are witches. “They are all cursed ones,” Iditan hisses after we go through six different scenes of burnings. “It’s the cursed ones leading the crowd to burn those women.” “And they walk in the sun,” I conclude quietly, finally understanding what it is that is biting at me since witnessing the first scene.

Seeing how a woman of her station and breeding was having to make do in a dirty cave was heartbreaking. “It started a few weeks ago and has escalated beyond reason. Where I was once accepted in society with the grace afforded the aristocracy, I am now on the run. I have seen ten women who were accused of being witches burned at the stake in one week. Two of them were dear friends.” “What do you think she did?” Davina asked with concern as she slipped into the dress Margaret provided her. “From what I can tell, she shifted things in the seventeenth century. Instead of them coming to reason about witches, they have gone off the cliff. The mere whisper that one is a witch and she is condem

I replied and she sighed but nodded. They pack looked confused but refocused on me. "While we talked last night, the ladies explained that in the past witches were hunted and captured by werewolves and vampires. They would be forced to perform magic. They were abused, raped and murdered by out kind until they were forced to hide what little survived." I explained. The room of werewolves gasped together and looked at the women with concern. Dad jumped up and stood in front of Rose. He leaned down to look in her eyes.

“You wouldn’t have wanted that. Even if you were lucky enough to be born in a place that didn’t burn witches, you’re a woman. You would have been married off to some man of your parent’s choosing and kept at home, breeding for him.” She turned to scowl at me. “That’s the thing about history. Those poor women they burned were never real witches. Real witches don’t get caught.” Lisa gave me a pointed stare. “As a fae, you ought to understand. It wouldn’t have gone any differently for you since you use magic, too. They would have considered you a practitioner of the dark arts.” I crossed my arms. “I suppose I wouldn’t have let myself get caught, either. Both our kind did pretty well for themsel

Brianna asked. "Not all hate the witches, I might say hate is not the proper word. Some fear the witches because they are associated to magic, and most of them fear magic. Those are the ordinary people who are mostly oppressed so they burn the witches, in bon fires some they hang them hoping to stop magic." He said. "Why does this place doesn't have witches?" Alexandra asked. "There are witches here just hiding, or under disguised to avoid getting noticed." "Why I guess with their abilities they will be able to get away with these ordinary people. Don't they?" Alexandra dig in.

I didn’t notice that Melissa and I have already passed through a small brook, the size is that of a cow. “During The Great Hunting that succeeded the Witch Trials in the seventeenth century, some of the werewolves fled here in Moonburn, Washington—one of the first places in America to see the misery in burning women and accusing them of so-called witchcraft. That’s why some werewolves from the west that came from all countries decided to gather here, and this is where the Trinity Goddess took them under their wings.” “Did the Trinity Goddess—I mean I never know there are deities here in Washington.”

She couldn't understand why Aurby became a ghost at the slave building, but the reason must be not far off from the guards who killed the other girls. "How evil." she murmured to see another girl agreeing with a faint nod. Everyone there had their sympathy for each other but none could do anything that would help themselves. One wrong moves and either the slave traders would beat them to death or perhaps activate the magic on the shackles and have their body blown to little bits. The guardsman brought the rest of the girls into a carriage that was wider than the one she used previously. Unlike the previous container, the rail guard of the container was made up of steels wrapped in white carp

He said, “ Don’t pity him, pity those who were killed by him in even more brutal ways. This was what he deserved.” “ I understand,” Levy nodded as the two of them walked behind Jacob. Soon they came to a stop in front of a grave that belonged to the four women whose bodies were burned. Logan said in a low voice, “ They all died under the hands of the dark witches.”