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

After all, the concern about witchcraft was a sign of troubled times. Sage knew this from the history book he kept in his library, which indicated many of the key aspects of the witchcraft trials. Firstly, there was the fact that most of those accused of witchcraft were women, especially older women and/or women who were widows or otherwise independent from male control. Yet these ignorant folks never realized that those among them were, after all, wolves among sheep.

“I have nothing to do with that which you accuse me of. All I seek is to live happily like every normal person in your town. “I tried to defend myself but his adamant and evil tone persisted. “Bound her up at once!” He commanded. “We will burn her tonight at the stake. Right from there she will join others of her kind in hell. And oh, don't forget to tell them I said, ‘hello’ Witch!” I swallowed a voluminous saliva like never before. My hands and feet were visibly shaking. My mind quickly flashed back to the ugly day lady Gia was burned at the stakes simply because she was a witch. I could remember watching her from my hiding as she screamed in horrible pains while getting burned.

The swirls reminded her of the like the magic that had surrounded her as she burned at the stake and whisked back to the past. She pulled away from Orion with a confused furrow of her brows and sat up, unconcerned by her nudity when he had already seen it all. "But that doesn't make any sense, it's the Goddess that saved me that day." "What?" He questioned with a stunned expression, his voice heavy with fading arousal and confusion.

"You can laugh now but this girl plans to destroy this pack by getting to our Alpha as a revenge for abducting her from her own pack." The whispers increased even more and someone said, "Have you noticed that even tbe Beta seems to be infatuated with her?" "Ooohh, she's definitely a witch." Another concurred. "Have they really stopped burning people who practiced witchcraft on the stake?" Um, this was definitely not looking good for me, I thought as I lowered myself back dowm to where I had been sitting. The actual wicked witch of the west that had finally succeeded was smiling well, wickedly and I decided to just tune it all out and continue my work. Finally, after having to endure her dark

I nodded. She said, “It was done by the wolves. They wanted to rule, so they attacked us without any prior notice and burned most of the witches in the town, including me. We were strong, but some of the witches took the wolf’s side, which led to our destruction. Having no other choice, I had to lock away all the witch’s souls in the realm of the Medius.” “What’s Medius?” I asked with a frown.

"Once upon a time, back in the olden days, witches dwelled harmoniously amongst humans, practicing magic that was beneficial to both kinds. It was all peaceful and serene until a few humans began to feel envious of the recognition the witches received. To quell the witches' significance, they spread horrible lies that they were to blame for the famine and drought that befell the land. They made the people believe the only way to stop the starvation was to kill all witches. And hence, the great witch hunt began. . ." As Nora conveyed the story to the kids, the other members were busy manipulating the lighting and sounds for dramatic effects. Nora's tone climaxed to match the pensive soundtrac

"I have everything under control." But the witches were insistent, their curiosity and concern getting the better of them. "Is there a trace of the person?" they asked quickly. "We need to find out who it is. We haven't felt something so strong before. Whoever it is must be powerful, but also inexperienced." They exchanged nervous glances, their faces set with determination. "The only reason someone would need to use so much destruction is if there was a serious problem," one of them pointed out. "We have to find out who it is and help them."

“But ain't witches dangerous? I hear they kill and torture people.” “That’s a huge misconception. That was why, back in the day, anyone who identified as a witch was burned at the stake,” I told her, wringing my hands together. “After some time, it stopped, and some packs modernized and understood that it's just like a way of belief for some people. Similar to the way people have different religions.” “I see. So now, witches are accepted.” “In some packs, yes. But not here.” “You mentioned earlier that you were waiting to see if I would be born with the powers.”

“He says that the ones that confessed will be beheaded. The others will be cleansed in the fire.” Horrified, I watch as a group of men dressed in black drag four women off the platform and tie them to a pyre piled high with dry wood. They scream and cry, begging for mercy, but the men are dispassionate as they tie the women the stake. The crowd starts chanting. “Burn the witch,” Athenia mutters.

She then pointed to me and said, "You have made your choice Hazel. And now, by the power vested in me as the new Queen of the witches, I condemn you to death by burning. Hellfire of the damned, BURN!" With that last sentence, the fire immediately shot across the field and was coming to me so fast that I didn't even have time to react. She clearly didn't care about any collateral, as the fire burnt through every witch, vampire and wolf that was even close to it. The trees that it passed through were also burnt to ash in a fraction of second. There was absolutely no time for me to dodge the attack. And just when I thought I was doomed, I heard mum shouting,