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His mother—a highly respected healer in the pack—had been tending to another injured person and rushed over without changing out of her bloodstained, herb-juice-smeared work robe, trying to save her child. This scene was captured by a malicious werewolf and spread across the werewolf network. They took it out of context, slandering her as a "shaman healer conducting forbidden experiments," accusing her of "still having time to put on airs with an apron when her child was dying," and questioning if she had just used cubs for dangerous potion tests, causing this "accident."

"They're trying to bring back the Salem Witch Trials during the colonial times in the States babe. And that's not good." "A lot of people suffered, didn't they?" I asked her. "A lot of people died as well. There were trials, hangings. A group of girls as innocent as they claimed they were, they claimed they were possessed by the devil and then laid the blame on some of the local women as well." "Well shit," Claire said aloud. "that's really fucked up. How many died?" "30." Kait said with ice. "And they were hung to death." Claire gulped down a twinge of fear. "And the military of Germany thinks that there are more witches afoot now as well. Fuck...what did I get myself into?"

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

Even though the queen mother herself didn't wanted to live no more but she was still breathing enough for survival and it was all possible because of the Mesopotamian witchcraft. Princess Rosemary watched her mother's soul being controlled by the doctors in order to bring her back to life, they wanted to connect her soul and body back together and the trial happened for the entire year. The doctors tried day and night for the queen mother to bring her back to life and they could have even succeeded in doing so if not she was so stubborn. The queen mother was determined enough to win her battle at last and rescue her soul from the doctors to end the struggle of life.

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.

Even with the heinous background, Bridget is celebrated as the founder of witches and even dark magic. Bridget was the first of many executions done in Salam, Massachusetts on June 10th, 1692. Bridget was one of three people that were put on trial. She was accompanied by Sandy Flemings, and Dorthy Parris. In total, over 200 men and woman were innocently found guilty with 19 executed. One person was crushed, five died in jail and the rest were hung.

14 GREEK WARS October 31, 1692. Salem, Massachusetts. Dusk, twas. Rowdy and war like. Dust was being raised into the air and shots were being fired. Blades slit through throats and skin and flesh and bone marrow. It was the town, Salem. This was the experience of the Salem Witch Trial. A lady is seen, laying on a bed asleep despite all the chaos around which was happening. By her side was a man, precisely her husband and across the room, two other beds were but no one laid on them.

He sat at the small table and placed his head in his hands which frightened her more than anything had yet. "What does that mean, William?" He didn't answer her. Elizabeth felt an increasing tension in her muscles at his silence. "She's obviously lying. Did no one see that child? If anyone is possessed by the devil it is her!" "Hold your tongue, Elizabeth!" "Why? If my reputation is damned, as your reaction indicates it is, why should it matter what I say of the little brat?" "You do not understand." He sighed. "There has been a problem with witches in Salem lately. They have convicted and sentenced many women, and even some men, to death this past summer. It is not your reputation in the to

Was my wolf getting stronger and wanting to release themselves? I put the TV on for background noise and open to the first page, making a conscious effort to ignore the voice. I needed to know more about the witch trials, maybe there is something that can help me and make going to the ball just a date rather than a mission and a date rolled into one. Thankfully, the book was mostly in English so I could actually read it. I dove into chapter 1 which from my understanding was about some trials that resulted in the deaths of 200 women in a place called Salem, I brief memory of learning about this in school sprang to mind.

She, like me, was clearly impressed by Julian's take-charge nature, "When the Fae sought refuge here, they were given certain stipulations to live under. The Hellhounds of that time decided it was best to give the responsibility of handling them to witches since magic ran through both. Except, witches pulled magic from the earth whereas Fae drew magic from their world. This world didn't suit them well. It was difficult for them to practice their magic at first." Julian kept his voice neutral, although, I knew he could see the flirtatious looks Iris offered him on a fucking silver platter, "What changed?" Iris shrugged, "The witches taught them a thing or two I suppose. All I know is that the