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

"You talk with so much confidence, but know that, that very Nella is one long time witch that everyone has been looking for for a very long time now. Hundreds of years ago when all the witches were all burnt in a heavy furnace when they were practicing their evils. It is believed that your step grandmother escaped with Nella and seems to be the only one witch left to be destroyed. She was the head of all the witches back then." How come I knew nothing about this? Dad was always telling me lots of stories of the past events, but never was there any time he said anything about a group of witches burnt alive. What the hell is going on with this pack since today? My thoughts swell as I try to pr

For the first time in history, my kind was being hunted. The humans terrified themselves with campfire stories of monsters who would hunt them and their children and suck their souls from their necks. It was like the witch trials all over again, only without the farcical trials and ridiculous displays of the dunking chair and other such idiocies. The ordeal of the cold water, that is what the most common practice of determining whether a woman was a witch or not, became known as. My people were afforded no such thing. Times had moved forward, or perhaps sideways would be more apt.

I was born with a weak wolf, I didn't shift when others did and when I finally got my wolf, it was strong at all, yet when I had a wolf, it made me feel less miserable. After making me suffer for weeks,he rejected me. I wasn't shocked about his rejection. I saw it coming, but what I didn't expect was the hurt I and my wolf felt during the rejection. It made me realize that a mate's rejection was a terrible feeling. Alpha Rick didn't stop at the rejection, he made sure I would hate my life and I did hate it, I kept planning on how to end my life so I wouldn't endure his endless torture. "Why didn't you come quickly?" He barked at me, hitting me, I stumbled, holding on the table that was close

Others said they were peaceful, that they kept to themselves and only attacked when provoked. I thought it was kind of cruel to burn them like they were animals. The packs had been doing it for generations—hunting witches, driving them out, setting fire to their homes. If a wolf was accused of witchcraft, they didn't get a trial. They didn't get a chance to defend themselves. They just burned them to ashes.

Honestly I'd spent almost everyday wishing they'd just killed me. I touched my cheek gently, moving over the pink scar below my eye. When Gerwulf had kissed me, he had burned my skin. Because of this people now started to call me 'witch kissed' , saying I was as cursed as him. Truthfully I had begun to believe so. My life had been plagued with bad luck ever since that night, only in the last moments being saved by the grace of the moon goddess and having my life spared.

“What a wicked woman?” “Oh my god… is this even a woman? She looks more like an evil spirit.” “I can’t believe I felt sorry for her. She should be left on a spike.” “I think the Walters are too kind. This kind of evil spirit should be burnt like they did to witches in the olden days. She is worse than a witch.” The voices of the crowd were getting more and more atrocious. None of the Walters needed to do anything. They stood quietly watching the ruckus with disdain in their eyes.

Bri whispered, “They hunted you?” The witches’ voices turned cold. “Yes. They began slowly. One witch here. One coven there. Quiet killings. Hidden torture. They captured witches. Drained their magic. Ripped the essence from their souls. Then burned their bodies so they wouldn't be able to be reincarnated.” Derek looked shaken now. “That… that can’t be true.” The witches’ eyes flared. “Your Ashbound history books do not tell you everything. They grew stronger with every witch they murdered.”

But according to her, the white witches didn't have the ability to use magic that could kill thousands of creatures. Thane believed her, but the citizens didn't. A growing number of protesters were shouting for justice, asking the werewolf king to burn down the witches' lair. Alex's sister was the first to get sick in the castle. That was the signal that the black magic had already reached the city. He couldn't sit and do nothing anymore, so he made a decision and agreed to burn the homes of the witches. They had prepared to take down the white witches, but everything was already on fire when they arrived. Thane saw that all the witches who first came into Versipellis were hanged and burned,

He was her great love and even though I never saw them together, the way she spoke about him made it obvious. Shaking my head to get the memory out, I refocus on the book. The horrific things that these idiots did to those poor innocent women made me feel sick. I skipped a head to more recent trials, thankfully the horrific ones didn’t last too long and the book turned more one tests that witches were made to do. Not to prosecute them but to aid their ability and enhance their magic, I made a few notes in my note book to remember them and to try them out one day.

“I’m sure it helps with a lot of things, but what specifically do you mean?” I gestured to the fire. “Your magic. All the tales of witches talk about them being rather sex-obsessed. So maybe if we fucked you again it would help.” “I… don’t know,” Ruby said slowly. “I mean, it could be that witches are just not bound by the same constraints of society. Or it could be that it’s just something that was made up to justify mistreating them.” I opened my mouth, confused as to what she meant, but then I remembered the stories about the witch trials and some of the things that were used to prove someone was a witch. It was always women and Omegas who were accused. My jaw tightened as I looked away.