Witch Hunt Book Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, I knew no one. "What are you reading, Luna?" Her head popped from the door before he opened it wider and let herself in. "I find a strange book." "A strange book?" She parroted as she went straight to me. "What is it?" I showed her the book. "A book about a witch." "Oh!" "You know some? I mean, witch." "I heard we've once had a witch family in this pack. Alpha David found them in poor condition. He helped and initiated them into the pack. But because the witch was hunted everywhere, we had many attacks afterward, and people protested, so he had no choice but to let them go."

He didn't know where she was going and what she was doing but he knew that she was hunting for something important. He tensed when the wind began to pick up in a swirling motion in front of him. His eyes narrowed when it turned into a figure and Jucel emerged from it, carrying the familiar book. It had been so long before he heard about this book again. Did she finally finished reading it? Prince Ciaran would definitely be delighted if there's a way to identify a witch, based on the title of the book.

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.

“So, how about this? A little family reunion. I’ll make you into the very thing your bloodline once hunted.” My breath hitched as Desmond leaned closer, his mouth hovering just above Silas’s skin. I wanted to move, to do something—anything—but I stayed frozen, rooted to the spot by the chains and my own hurt. “If you survive my hunt,” Desmond whispered, “then you become my wolf.” And then he bit down. The sound of it was wet and visceral, followed by Silas’s scream—a raw, guttural cry that ripped through the room and rattled the very air around us.

“This isn’t what I was expecting at all.” “What is it?” Everly asked, her stomach tightening into a coil. “Well, we all thought that she had taken the book because it contained some sort of a way for her to reverse what Jack had done to make you into a wolf shifter, but it doesn’t. At least, that’s not what she was looking at.” “What was she looking at then?” Everly asked, not sure she even wanted to know at this point. “She was looking at… the similarities between the werewolf hunts and the witch hunts, and the means by which the villagers back in the time that this book was written went about putting each of those groups to death. This page is all about what was useful against each group.”

“You are the one who took a young girl hostage and plan to use her blood for what exactly?” “It’s you,” the witch said and Caitlin raised a brow. “Do you know who I am?” “No, but you will soon be known.” Caitlin became confused at what the witch said and it was then her eyes lowered to see that she was holding onto something which peeked out from her coat. She saw something black which looks like a book and it gave her the description of the sacred book the priest talked about which she had pictured from the mind of the other priest. “I see that you’ve stolen the so-called sacred book. What is it about this sacred book exactly?” Caitlin asked, looking curious.

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

My decision to become a hunter, the months and years before that, when I was just a shadow of a vegetation. I remembered Wynn's first day of school well. Afraid of leaving the house, she hid in a box in the basement. It had taken hours to find her, so she had missed her own school enrollment. But my first day of school was even worse. Because of what happened back then, the doctors thought it was better not to start school until I was seven. Wynn had cried all night because I had to leave the house the next day. She had screamed when I got my school bag, threw the dishes off the breakfast table when she saw my satchel for the first time, and tried to lock the door with her small, gaunt frame

Archibald nodded as he processed every information. “That marked the start of the hunt. I don’t know who started it, though. My knowledge is limited to what you have witnessed. But if I am not mistaken, your pack leader knows about the hunt. That’s the reason why he did not react much about the violent incident as well as the discriminations Selene and her family felt throughout the years. She was destined to be chased out of her home.