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After several hours of research, I came across the words ‘witchcraft.’ There wasn’t a lot available online but after looking through all available websites, I found it quite easy to learn how to counter any of the witch’s spells in addition to knowing where to find books, journals, and other things related to them. However, that only meant that I could only know so much in order to avoid becoming caught up in all those horrible events. Still, that was better than being completely ignorant, which is probably why these articles weren’t too informative at first. One paragraph in particular hit home though and made me realize exactly what I am dealing with. In it, there is a section titled, ‘Th

Eventually, the witches were put on trial and deemed guilty, leading to the burning of their convent and the loss of the entire village of witches. As I pored over the dusty newspaper clippings and historical accounts, a chill ran down my spine. The details of the massacre were gruesome, but something didn't add up. Why would witches, who were known for their connection to nature and healing, suddenly decide to harm innocent children? I was so engrossed in my research that I didn't notice the librarian approach until she cleared her throat. "We're closing soon, dear," she mumbled. I nodded, gathering my notes. As I stood to leave, a small, leather-bound book fell from the stack I was carryin

I feel… Lena paused in her writing when her alarm went off, signalling for her to stop journaling and start one of her final pieces of coursework. She closed her journal and slid it into her desk drawer. The twenty one year old then booted up her laptop and proceeded with the paper on the Salem Witch Trials of all things. Yeah…she nearly snorted at the irony of it too. A witch writing about the persecution of witches. An hour blended into two. A couple of hours became several until Lena had reached a good point in her work where she could leave it for the next day. She powered down her laptop and took out her journal to pick up where she left off.

"What's her name?" "Lasses Birgitta," I said. "They're taking on the identity of witches who were killed for their craft... One of them just died. She went by the name Merga Bien." The old man just shook his head with pity in his eyes. He knew exactly what I was talking about. "Merga Bien was the most tragic and famous of the Fulda Witching Trials... Sixteen aught three to aught five... She was pregnant at the time of her execution... Condemned for the murder of her second husband and her children. She was made to confess that she took part in a Satanic Sabbath Ritual in which she was impregnated by the devil. They burned her at the stake... Two hundred people were killed during those witch

“As I was saying, before Rachel started on with her usual shenanigans, your family started out as witches. They were some of the strongest witches of their time. The original name of your line was Delvaux. Your family started out in Europe. Over time they made their name to America and the rumors of your family came with them. Primarily, this witch line had the most strength in the women of the family. Not to say the men weren’t powerful and able, but the women thrived in the magical sense. I believe that is still true to this day. Even though they kidnapped your brother, they really wanted you. The idea of a tradeoff, your brother over you, is laughable. They had to be fibbing. They wan

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

Kaynon explained. "Why do I feel like there is a 'but' in that last statement?" Cilyna slowly lifted herself to prop up on her right arm to look at him fully, turning her body as well. He let out a deep sigh of regret, "Because, most of the elder witches were wiped out in Salem. It's going to be nearly impossible to find one old enough to know the old ways of curses and hexes." Kaynon ran his hand through his unruly hair and down over his tired eyes.

I asked and they gasped in shock,I gave them the confirmation they needed, Aren just smiled, my warriors were also in the meeting they smiled as well. "Wow, we shouldn't be interrogating you Alpha, congratulations." They chorused and I nodded. "Yeah, is there anything else I need to know?" I asked. "Yes, the alpha of the crescent pack, Alpha Rick, wants an audience with you." One said and I stilled, I gripped the table so hard that I heard it crack. They all turned, staring at me, my wolf was raging, hearing that name made me so upset. "And why does he want an audience with me?" I asked.

I was surprised to know this. "Although the witchcraft to bring the dead back to life failed, Susan seems to have become fascinated by witchcraft. She set up the house in darkness and secretly studied witchcraft. Gradually everyone was afraid of her. This time, it was thanks to Aaron that she was invited. She helps." No wonder the children said that Susan was a betrayal and that werewolves and witches would not deal with it, because Susan studied witchcraft. And I, who undergo witchcraft against the will of the Goddess of the Moon, are even more unwelcomed.

Kalista voiced out, taking two careful steps backwards. "It senses you as a different creature," Salem explained as little as she could. "Don't move. Remain where you are while I recite the spells." Kalista stopped on her tracks the moment Salem ordered her not to move. Her eyes fell on the other witches and she could see clear terror in their eyes. The fact that they were terrified of the creature intensified her fear and sent chills down her spine. If the strongest witches of the village could be terrified, it meant the creature was deadlier than what Salem told her.