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

This seemingly made princess Rosemary beyond angry but she knew she had to control her aggression. She was in hiding. She was performing her trial. It was such a pity, many women were being treated in such inhumane way. The young Europe was still believing in dirty backward traditions to keep the woman behind and in foot of men. This was indeed one harsh reality for princess Rosemary, she acknowledged that women were only being married to please the men and give them heir to them. They were treated as objects and nothing more than that. It was the bitter truth, and Rosemary hated every part of it.

I went through the motions, allowing Saveta to arrange for the body to be burned as we had done with the other witches that had attacked our village. “Father.” Saveta uttered once we had returned to the hut. “What are we going to do about our missing woman?” I stroked my chin thoughtfully. Saveta was bright, easily putting the pieces together without having to be told. If my mate could die after being turned, the girl assumed that meant that the stolen village woman could be killed as well. It was only a matter of time before the escaped witches figured out how to do it and returned for the rest of us.

Vision She was in front of their hideout, it just didn't look as old, ladies were tying up other females to stakes and rounding them up to burn them alive. "Please. we've done you nothing. we're sisters! We're servants of nature, both of us are," A woman in her mid-twenties was begging the other woman, who was dressed in fancier clothes. "We're nothing alike. You don't deserve to be called witches," That was the only response to the women's pleas. And they set them on fire, their screams were echoing through the darkness of the night and the ladies waited for their abomination of look-alikes downfall, they watched, they have burned their own kind with their own bare hands, unbeknownst them t

Slowly the flames turn from emerald, green to orange as Sister Jasper walks closer to where the witches are tied. “You have committed crimes against the supernatural community,” Sister Jasper says loudly with Erebus standing at her side. “The crimes that you have committed are punishable by death.” Without another word Sister Jasper hands her torch to Erebus who lights the bundles of wood at the bottom of each stake. At first there is nothing, just the sound of the High Witch continuing to laugh. But as the flames rise higher the screaming begins. The smell of burning flesh fills the air as the screams of those being burned pierce the night. I try to watch with indifference as those in

Owen asks. “That is correct Owen. At this point in time the only magical creatures to remain were warlocks, witches and shifters. Warlocks tended to be useful to the kingdoms at that time so there was no need for them to go into hiding. Witches had to be more careful. During that time women were considered inferior and witches were considered evil so they were killed. A lot of human girls suffered this tragedy. Very few that were killed were actually witches,” dad further explains. Because we started so late, I know my fault, dad barely finishes getting through the history before it is already dinner time. My stomach is growling demanding food.

“Please have mercy on us”, pleaded Lt. Lorenz. He and his companioned were all captured by a group of wicked ugly witches. They have long thick nails and their faced looked horrible. Very opposite from the women they have seen few hours ago. They were all tied by a thick rope and every time they tried to moved, it would get tighter and worsen the pain they felt. The three men watched he witches intently. They saw a woman in blacked hood who looked different from the other witches. She was not that ugly. Her faced looked like she was burnt by a fire. She seemed kind compared to the other women.

He only wished he could have done for his daughter what he did for Viola. Lisa came into the room, quietly shuffling about and picking up what was left of the witch's things. It was going to be burned, along with the body of the witch. Even in death, witches were notorious creatures, they haunted people who were alive and their remnants could be used for so much more. The best way to get rid of them was to burn them. "Clean her up. She is not to be disturbed or awoken." Lisa nodded. "I will send someone to bring fresh clothes."

She dressed differently with her dark curls packed atop her head but I could feel it was her – my Saraya. "Burn witches burn!" the crowd chanted. The smell of burning human flesh filled the air and the agonising screams of the victims resounded in the dark night.

Dan sentenced her to be burnt at the stake, and the whole town supported the decision. On the day of the burning, the witch was brought to the center of the village square, and we all watched as she screamed insults and profanities at us. But we held our ground. We all knew what was at stake. As the fire was lit, the witch's screams grew louder, but the power of the fire made all her curses impotent. Slowly, she succumbed to the flames, and the crowd let out a collective sigh of relief.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.