Witch Cake Salem Witch Trials Novels & Stories

"The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me." She said and brought out a long staff. She was furious for not being respected by Lucia. She needed to teach the half breed with a life lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. She looked round the room in her invisible state and looked for a better place to attack Lucia from. She had seen the hair come out on her and her fingers had become claws although she hadn't shifted fully. "Be ready to die!" The Queen of the Witches shouted and pointed the staff at Lucia while murmuring some incomprehensive words. She cackled and soon the whole room was shakin

I began to read, and was so taken by it, I decided to read it aloud to Caleb. “Listen to this,” I 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 have a husband." Several groans sounded that made Cameron and me smile at each other before we were forced to pay attention to class. "Alright then, let's start today's lesson." Mrs. Kovac gave us another smile. "Turn to page 94, The Salem Witch Trials."

Jeniece, though still weak, sat up and stared into the fire, her eyes distant as she began to speak, her voice trembling with memories long buried. "When the Salem trials began," she started, her voice low, "it was nearly impossible for a witch to survive. What they did to witches was worse than death. Imagine being dragged to the town square, knowing that you'll be torn apart piece by piece, and the worst part? It happens while you're still alive. They made a spectacle of it, using torturous tools in front of crowds—men, women, even children, forced to watch the horror unfold."

“I have a husband.” Several groans sounded that made Cameron and me smile at each other before we were forced to pay attention to class. “Alright then, let’s start today’s lesson.” Mrs. Kovac gave us another smile. “Turn to page 94, The Salem Witch Trials.”

The boundaries of our pack the emerald pack is fortified by the spell cast centuries ago by a powerful witch and this have made our pack impenetrable, we have since been cordial to other packs and never being at war with others within our territory, and most times visitors traveled from far and wide to get our portions or spells. I was still a trainee witch under Mia who was the head enchantress of the pack. She was a gifted witch but I noticed she practiced black magic and consulted demons when she felt no one was watching. She never took permission from the trees before cutting off the leaves even when they had warned her against such. This had hugely affected the potency of her herbs and

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.

— Igor doesn’t agree — asked one of the men sitting at the same table. Igor looked at him like waking up from a dream. — Where are you in your head? Man. — Zeuk hit his shoulder. Igor sighed and holding the glass of drink, took a sip. — We were talking about the witches we saw... — The man commented. — They are all women - Yes, they are. — Igor smiled sideways. — Beautiful. — Zeuck commented, remembering Kataleya's face. — Scary, didn't you hear that they wanted to eat us alive...

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