Witch Cake Salem Witch Trials Novels & Stories

I left out the part about the harnessing the power of the sunlight…until I had more information about that I felt like I wanted to keep it to myself. “Creepy…” Caleb added at the end of my explanation. “Man, I can’t remember the last time I saw a witch…They all moved back down to Salem from what I heard…Something about the ground there being full of magic from the murdered witches or something. I can’t recall exactly. Either way, not the kind of folks you want to mess around with. Extremely powerful, and nasty if you get on their bad side.” “Wish we had a witch on our side to help us find whatever is killing the wolves” I said to them. “Maybe we should go down to Salem and ask one?”

Caitlin began to read, and was so taken by it, she decided to read it aloud to Caleb. “Listen to this,” she said. “‘In Salem, in 1692, a large group of teenage girls suddenly fell ill. Most of them lapsed into a fit of hysteria, and screamed out that they had been attacked by witches. Many of these girls went so far as to name the witches who were afflicting them. “Because their illnesses were so mysterious, and because many of these girls died suddenly and there was no other explanation for it, the townspeople fell into a frenzy. They hunted down the people accused of witchcraft.

I found the section on witches and warlocks. The families were listed alphabetically. I scanned through them quickly, looking for one name in particular. There. Adhams. I slowed down, reading carefully. The Adhams rose to prominence during the Salem trials. The first Adham matriarch, Elspeth, awakened as a spellweaver during the persecution. She'd used her power to protect others, to shield the innocent from the flames. That protection had come at a cost. She'd revealed herself, marked herself as dangerous in the eyes of those who feared magic. But she'd survived. More than that, she'd thrived.

I make a conclusion from both of their story, and it seems I was right. “Yes, why do you think Salem's witch’s trial happened? One of the spell casters frame the witch because they were outnumbered back then.” Zephyr said while he goes to put on some clothes. Elm looks at Zephyr and tilted his head, “I got another version of the story, from my Nonna, she told me that it was because the spell caster doesn’t want to share this realm together, and wanted to banish all the witches.” “Well, to be fair, both versions were equally disgusting.” I said to Elm, and not long after, I begin to yawn, and lay beside Aaron. “I think I need my beauty sleep now. The two of you could use the other bed.”

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

Hecate says to her, taking Willow by surprise. "My mom? I guess you would know her since you would know all of your children." "I know of her and her bloodline from before up to now." Hecate raised her hands, a black fog morphing into an bust like image of Willow, but older and slightly sharper features. "You may be the first half-Witch of your bloodline, but you come from a line of powerful Witches. You, are the daughter of the Witch that slain Karmina to begin with." Hecate made the black mist disappear. Willow felt her legs buckle as she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground as the news settled in.

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.

Huck explains. “I am sure your abilities help you too,” Teresa smiles. “You really think my mother may have been a witch?” Huck asks. “Well, she called it a gift and you have had it since birth. It never scared her or worried her. She may have been the daughter of a spell caster or the granddaughter,” Teresa rattles off. “Any way to find out?” Huck asks. “Salem, MA, has a coven that keeps the records of the actual witches in America. Want a detour?” Teresa asks.

“Then again, that has only caused more whispers about you.” This guy was a talker, but that was good. He looked like he’d be happy to tell me anything. “Is that so? Like what?” He shrugged. "That you're a witch. That you were created by a witch. Just a lot of witch rumors, honestly." “I met a witch, Willow. She seemed nice, but I’m starting to get the idea werewolves and witches aren’t friends.” He drummed his hands against his thighs and nodded. “Have you heard about the Salem witch trials? Werewolves helped humans with that massacre. Of course, that was years ago. But hatred and grudges like that are passed down through generations, you know.”

The witches were too focused to notice the magical storm that was brewing around them. They continued to chant and their words grew louder and louder. Suddenly, a blinding light filled the room and the witches held their hands high in the air. They shouted one last phrase and a loud crackling noise sounded throughout the room. The witches had cast their spell. The light began to fade away, and with it, the witches and the room they were standing in. In their place was a swirling vortex of energy, and the witches had disappeared. They had been transported to another place, a place far away from where they had previously been. They were now in Salem Massachusetts.