Witch Hunt Book Novels & Stories

*The end* — New Book Alert — Gail Palmer is a witch living as a human ever since her parents were murdered. When she rescues an injured husky on the side of the road, she gets much more than a quirky new pet. She finds herself right in the middle of a war between the werewolves and witches. Gail must discover who she can trust or she may just lose her heart and her life. The Cursed Alpha’s Witch **Coming in the next few days**

The Hunt was dedicated to killing all supernaturals, saying that we were unnatural demons who needed to be extinguished. The first group they went after were the witches. The witches were the easiest species to get rid of since they were basically human. They didn’t have magic wands, hands, or pinkies. The witches believed in making their own magic. They had books that were passed down from generations, teaching them to make potions. They read directions out of a book, mixed some things together, said a few words, and poof the outcome is a potion. They had no sort of immediate defense once their potions were gone because they had to prepare them days in advance.

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

“When I read the book by Aldous, I was under the impression that it was hard to find. There was no information. I have no idea if Samara has managed to find out anything.” ‘Maybe there was something.’ He mutters as he sits. I shake my head. “I went through that book so many times and now look," I gesture to the castle on the cliff, "it’s just sitting there, available for all to see.” ‘I don’t think it is.’ I look down to find him staring up at me. His white tail wraps around his feet as he studies me. ‘You are still new to Witch Hunting. Maybe your mind wasn’t ready for it. Not until you accepted it.’

Once she arrived, she made her way to her room and collapsed onto her bed, the book still clutched tightly in her hand. Claude tried to focus on her school book, but she found that she couldn't concentrate. The witches' book was calling to her, and she knew that she had to answer its call. She pushed aside her other books and began reading the witches' book. She was stunned when the book flipped by itself to a page that had been blank earlier. It was a witches' book, so she should have expected something like this to happen. The prophecy that was revealed on the page spoke about a young one who would help save the werewolves from the witches. The ones who remained were evil but had good in t

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

I kept my head low, pulling the dark hood of my cloak deep over my face as I navigated through the thick crowds. For years, my Alpha scent had been a shield that kept people at a respectful distance. Now, stripped of that power, I felt completely exposed. As I hurried down a narrow market street, a rough-looking Alpha carrier brushed past my shoulder. The sudden proximity sent a jolt of terror straight through my chest. My new Omega instincts flared, screaming at me to shrink back and hide. The man paused, his nose twitching slightly as he caught a stray whiff of my sweet scent, but I ducked into a dark alleyway before he could turn around. Every step felt like walking on thin ice.

She would go back later in the afternoon to the library, where Simeon was waiting for her with more books. Last night, he had shown her the book, which had contents about wolves with special abilities. But she couldn't find anything similar to what she had seen in the other book with the wolf identical to hers. The only information she found was on hybrids, and that was what she spent her whole night reading. She had found a truckload of information that her brain wasn't able to comprehend all at once. There was one thing that frightened her though. It was the bloodlust. It said:

And then she left. I let out a heavy sigh as if I had just escaped from something dangerous. Alone at last, I wandered between the towering shelves, running my fingers along the spines of books that contained centuries of werewolf history and law. As I got to the back of the library, a particular book with a golden cover caught my attention. I read the title which says; The Evolution of Pack Hierarchies in the United States of America. Hmm, this seems interesting. So I reached for it, sliding it carefully from its place. But as I removed the book, I caught a glimpse of a figure through the gap I took the book from.

It was a tracker. I dug deeper into the bag and found a children's storybook, ‘The Hunting Game.’ I skimmed through the pages, there no words on them only colored pictures but what I thought was a story for children was actually a morbid depiction of the game. I had to find the bird before the wolves do or they would eat its heart. There were other characters in the book like the doctor, the police, and the civilians. In total there were twenty-four of them excluding the bird, the same number we were. There were no rules written in the book only the vague riddle at the end. ‘He who has the bird has the power.’ And the warning from the voice, ‘don’t tell anyone about your role.’ My head ached