Witch Hunt Book Novels & Stories

There was a girl on a dead, skeletal horse and behind her were four dead, skeletal men on their skeletal horses. “The Wild Hunt kidnapped her and turned her into one of the dead. Every time she rides with them, millions die but she was just a girl before she was forced to kill everyone!” “Where did you get that book?” Her mother asked and she came back to her senses and snapped it shut. Her mother crawled onto the bed and took the book from her, flipping back to the page of the Wild Hunt.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

Finally, the screams turned into a howl, indicating the shift is complete, and the rest of the wolves echoed his howl in approval. Elliot and Alpha Damien led the group in a run. I got to ride on Elliot’s back while he ran swiftly through the forest, dodging limbs, jumping over tree roots, and even chasing the occasional rabbit. I now understood what it was like to be a werewolf. That feeling I had, during the run, was just one of pure freedom. Now, I’m convinced that I want Elliot to change me. We need to do it before we have babies too. I want this life more than anything now.

My hands shook as I turned another page. A sketch of a wolf. White fur, eyes burning silver. Beneath it, a note. “The female child was taken. She must never be allowed to finish the ritual.” I slammed the book shut, my breath ragged. My stomach turned. The female child. My gut told me who it meant. It was me. Footsteps echoed outside. My heart lurched into my throat. “Shit…” I scrambled, wrapping the wolfsbane cloth back around the book. The burn ate at my skin, but I shoved it onto the shelf where it had been. I forced my face calm, forced my hands still.

God better that bandana is clean, that’s what I hope internally as I glare at him one last time through my moistened lashes. The driver opens the door yanking me out which I didn’t cause any trouble. David gets out from the car right behind me in fear of me running away. I mentally laugh at the thought that how afraid they look being the werewolves as I am a mere witch who didn’t posses any powers yet. “Alpha is waiting eagerly for this chick”, driver chuckles wickedly as my skin gets pricked with goosebumps. As David’s hand grabs my arm yanking towards the woods I mentally prepare for what am going to do.

Except statues didn’t burst into motion. Suddenly, the wolves were gone, disappearing into the only darkness beyond the line of trees. Follow them. Lucas gave the signal. Remember we are here to keep them safe, not stop them. And with that, the chase began. --- Chloe wasn’t sure where they were going but she found herself following her friends as they dashed through the frozen forest. Experiencing the icy breeze running through Hecate’s fur and the hard ground under her paws was a surreal sensation. This was her body but it felt completely different from what she was used to. This body was faster and more agile. Her senses felt like they had been enhanced tenfold. She felt free and invincibl

Xavier I’m at home in the study; it was once my father's office when he was alive but has been collecting dust since his death. I am rummaging through books of werewolves history, hoping to find something recorded about bonds between witches and wolves. The need to go to her, to protect, keeps growing, but I don’t want it; I don’t want her. We must find a way to sever this bond. I grab the tenth book flipping through the pages, nothing. F**k, I toss the book across the room, my anger surging. That witch better figures this out. I run my hand through my hair before walking over to the book and picking it back up.

Hunter gasped and looked at me after his shift. I smiled at him. “Yes, it’s me. You’re back,” He smiled back at me and pulled me into his arms, making the crowd go “aawww” and the others groan, complaining about the fight. I helped Hunter up on his feet when an authorative voice boomed through the entire place. “You!” I turned around and saw a very angry Elder Dmitri marching towards me. ‘Think you can take him?’ My wolf looked him up and down and yawned. ‘Why not?’ she replied and I can’t help but smile as I wait for him to reach me, but he never did as Hunter’s enormous body as well as Jared’s blocked my view of the respected elder of the council.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

I sighed seeing her clearly unhappy with my answer," it is... a lot of different things. The creation of a fire witch and an alpha wolf. It doesn't mean that I was always going to end up this way, it's just how fate decided." She knitted her brows together," what do you mean?" "There was a bigger chance I would've been a wolf or a witch. Not a hellhound," I paused and tried gathering my thoughts," those who are born into this roll usually lose their identity after our first shift and the council takes us. It's been a constant battle to contain Cinnabar." My wolf snarled angrily as I let her in on more. He was the biggest driving force in keeping Eloise in the dark. Worried that we would driv