Witch Hunt Book Novels & Stories

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

They were undefeatable. The book showed pictures of the hunters and some strange black ink on their bodies. They looked strong as well, huge and well built. I wondered why the wolves started to kill the witches, they could have tried to defeat the hunters because there was always a loophole instead that started to kill the witches. What did the witches have in it? I wondered looking at the book in my hand, twirling the pages, and thinking hard for an answer. Until...

Hence only a single coven responded to the call of the three-faced mother. Outside howls erupted from every direction, sending the coven into a frenzied panic. Hunters called to each other as fires were lit and rifles passed out. When someone opened the hut door to get more snow for the waterpot, a clay pot sat on the stoop. The witch brought it in and set it next to the crone. “What is it?” someone asked. The crone reached forward and examined it. A wolf paw was printed on one side. The crone exclaimed, “The wolf of Brigid! She lifted the lid and withdrew a black feather and an antler. “By the gods, the trigod’s blessing!”

"How would you suspect me when you were all so busy chasing shadows? You were too preoccupied blaming Alexander and Yvonne for the horrific deaths of the witches. Trust me, I enjoyed every bit of the murder." **Flashback...** Anne vividly remembered the day she lured Susan into the restroom with her dark powers. The memory of how she manipulated Susan, leading her to her doom, played out in her mind like a sinister movie. As Susan stepped into the restroom, Anne was waiting, her eyes gleaming with malevolence. Without a moment's hesitation, she struck, killing Susan in cold blood, reveling in the sheer power she wielded.

Being trapped within the confines of Miss J's small cabin left Dante restless and hungry. Tucked outside the city limits, deep within the dense forests he remained in order to help the old Witch find her answers about a book her very young protege had envisioned. Yet each day that passed by, he grew hungrier in more ways than one. He had done well after leaving London behind to travel across the open waters, but when he caught the scent of the Witch's blood through her clothes, it took every bit of strength he had to restrain himself from feeding on her. Blood was not a necessity compared to some of his underlings. He could survive quite well without it, of course that took years of patience

But seeing it here… in this book… confirmed something deep and terrifying. The witches who had been saved were the Flare witches. Maya’s kind. The ones bound to sight, to flame, to fate itself. So what the hell were they running from? And why was it still chasing them? I closed the book slowly, like slamming it shut would wake something I wasn’t ready to face. My stomach twisted with unease, nausea crawling up my throat. They weren’t just running. They were being hunted. Hunted badly enough to seek refuge from wolves, a people that didn’t trust magic. That hated it. That feared it.

I leaned over her shoulder, trying to make sense of the page, but to me it looked like a bunch of swirls, lines, and strange shapes that definitely didn’t belong in any normal book. “Are you sure?” I asked. "Because from my end... they look like a bunch of nothing." “Yes,” she said immediately. "You're not a witch, so you won't get it." "You just found out you were a witch, Bri." "I know, but I can just feel it that these markings are special." Then she turned toward Derek. “How did your people even get something like this?” she asked. “Hunters having a spell book doesn’t make sense. You guys don't have magical powers. Or do you?”

“So, is Ansh the culprit or not? Chandrika…Why did she let me live? All this time when Ansh was telling me to stay away from Chandrika he knew this? Should I hate Ansh or not? Is it his fault? That night when we were surrounded by a pack of wolves in the mountain…Ansh easily went along with them and was playing with them…His eyes were glowing in the dark…That wasn’t my illusion…He is a werewolf.” All these thoughts were clouding up in her head. She was still confused about what to do. She signalled them to leave the room as she covered herself with blanket. The three of them left the room as they didn’t want to bother her anymore. Her condition wasn’t good at all. Shama closed her eyes as sh

I needed an answer, and it seemed like an outright confrontation was the only way I’d get one. I folded both notes carefully and tucked them into my notepad alongside my heavily edited list of vampire traits. There was no use in staring at them in disbelief. They held no answers – but perhaps the book Cyrus had given me might. I left my Dads to retrieve it, and came back with the old book as well as a fresh pot of coffee. I couldn’t help but feel as though I was putting off the inevitable – as though now I had proof that Cyrus was less than innocent, I was scared of what I might find. Reminding myself that he himself had given me this book – that it could hold no secrets that he did not wish

he said guiltily. “Since I met you it’s been frightening and chaotic. I’ve not only learned my dead mother is some sort of mutant monster and that my fairytale vampires aren’t fairy tales at all. In fact, the human with super powers I fell in love with is actually a fairytale vampire whose mother is a witch with…what is it? Oh yes, fae blood,” I said in a tone that was more of a whimper than a complaint. “As if that wasn’t bad enough... my evil mutant-vampire mother married me off to an equally evil vampire who tried to rip me in half on our wedding night. Now, I’m being hunted by this evil creature and I’m sure by Sybil as well. So please forgive me if I ask for a reprieve before I face