Witch Cake Salem Witch Trials の小説・ストーリー

He kept Viola in the company of the Durantes because he believed that she would be safer there. Gwenda Mae came from a long line of Salem witches, witches who could chanel. The Salem witches were a closely knit group. They had a way of channeling their powers among each other, it was what made them strong. They were also well versed in witchcraft and had extensive knowledge on control and balance. Viola needed a tutor, someone that would help her learn control and find a way to use her powers. Someone he could trust to do his bidding. Someone that Viola would learn to depend on.

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

A flash of purple light filled the kitchen and the pot on the stove exploded. She leaped out of her chair with a frightened scream and ran towards the older man by the doorway. "What the hell was that?!" He demanded as he tucked her behind him and glared at the vibrating pot, his broad shoulders growing tense. Helena peeked over his shoulder to stare at the stove and walls covered in the soup she had been cooking. "My powers have been wonky since..." She stopped when the memory of what she had done popped up alongside pain-filled screams and the wet feel of blood covering her from head to toe.

She answered. “You know I am the Alpha here and you’ve seen me do magic. That’s really all there is. You can be more than one creature in our world.” I explained. “Yeah but I’ve only ever done what you call magic. I can’t remember doing anything else.” “That’s okay. But, being persuasive is not a common witch trait. If a witch is being manipulative she is usually using a spell and that doesn’t usually come as natural as the gifts you have been demonstrating. But, we will figure it out in due time.”

I agreed and fell asleep quickly. It seemed like I wasn’t asleep for more than a few minutes when I was suddenly back in that room with my sister and now, two brothers. They were all shackled to the floor. I did notice that the window was no longer tall, but wide. One of them had turned the window sideways, and I know why. During the era of the Salem Witch Trials, the houses in the affected areas started being built with one window at an odd angle or sideways. It was called a Witch’s Window because a witch wouldn’t be able to fly through it on her broom. It was a human attempt to deter witches from entering their homes.

We had to stay vigilant. “Also Kaden, this witch used a spell very rare and forgotten. The last time I saw a hex this kind was during the Salem witch trials in the 1600. This witch performed shaman magic.” Krys felt a need to inform Kaden, I could sense from the look on his face that that information meant something important to him. “A shaman witch? That is impossible. I personally killed every last shaman witch that there was. Unless…” Kaden said with a sudden pause, his eyes lost in thoughts.

A small town situated near Salem. Amber was a distant relative of Sarah Good, part of the Salem witch trials of 1692. Amber knew all of the historical details and often shared them with clients who queried about them. She had framed pictures all around the store of all of the witches who perished during the trials. A sad and tragic time in history. A time that still saddened Amber. A time she would never forget even though she wasn’t a part of it. Just the thought of it brought tears to her eyes and caused her terrible heartache. “Hi, Mom!” Called Leah as she entered the store and heard the tinkle of the bell. She loved the sound of the bell for some reason. It always made her feel as if she

Salem had a larger population than I had originally thought. Abigail elbowed my side as Pastor Gideon continued saying, "The town of Salem has come under siege by the devil, witches are amongst us,” My stomach dropped and my heart raced, what if they find out what I am. Abigail squeezed my hand as Pastor Gideon continued, “and thanks to my dear Samuel, we can find them and cleanse them from their sins, everyone who is suspected of witchcraft will be tested."

Hard telling how long it would take to find what I was looking for. The pages of the grimoire were incredibly old and stiff as I carefully paged through. Some of the spells dated back to the fifteen hundreds, before the Salem Witch Trials. But it was known that the people they had executed weren't witches. In my short time in the supernatural world, even I knew that there was no way to catch a witch who didn't want to be caught. He or she could easily transport anywhere they wanted and escape. In the grimoire, there were spells of all kinds. One spell was for making the crops grow well. There was a killing spell with a warning not to use it lightly and definitely not in the heat of passion.

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”