Witch Hunt Book Novels & Stories

“Kind of like a witch… I think. Not totally sure.” “I’ve never heard of it,” Alexandra muttered, frowning. “And it’s not in Anthony’s journal.” “Nothing in my mom’s either,” I added, folding my arms across my chest. “I’ve never come across anything like it. What do you actually know, Will?” He opened the trunk with a loud click, his voice distracted. “Anthony hunted one down in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin—must’ve been sixteen or seventeen years ago.” He turned to Alexandra. “You were there. Don’t remember?”

he asked, his tone more curious than accusatory. My wolf hesitated before answering. I knew that telling the truth could be dangerous, but I could not keep silent any longer. "Hunter Grey," I breathed out his name finally. "He knows who those witches who can use that book." Romulo's expression darkened. "Hunter Grey? You've been in contact with a hunter?" "Not willingly," I replied quickly. "He...he cornered me in the forest the night we saved Penelope and Aiden from the witches. He gave me the book and then he attacked me. And he believed that is what the witches want from him."

The helicopter—borrowed from Agent Morrison's Task Force—cuts through the sky toward Portland. Sera tries calling the Portland survivors again. Still no answer. "We're not going to make it in time," she says. "We have to try." They land in a field near the destroyed pack house. The site is still marked with police tape, though the official investigation has been closed. Humans think it was a terrorist attack—one more lie the Order has buried. Dante shifts immediately, his alpha wolf's senses sharper than human ones. "Blood. Fresh. This way." They run through the forest, following the scent trail. It leads to a clearing where Portland survivors had been hiding in a temporary shelter.

I grabbed the long broom and cleaned the floors, tidying up the books on the shelves when I stumbled on a book with a strange title. "How to sacrifice humans to idols." That was the title of the book. For a moment, my mind beat very fast. It felt like it was specifically written by someone who knew me, and wanted to sacrifice me to idols. I was a wolf of course, but I've got a human body too. I turned the pages of the book, trying to see if I could practice one of those spells written there. I wasn't a witch neither was I a warlock. Did this mean that there's a witch somewhere in the pack but the Alpha, Simon, doesn't want to let us know?

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.

“Diana, Mom had called me, so enjoy yourself here. I’ll be back shortly.” I nodded, and she strode out of the library, leaving me alone. I moved toward the werewolves section and started looking for a book about history or anything related to my golden wolf. But I found nothing. I became frustrated. She has a vast collection and not a single book on Golden Wolf. Puffing, the air out of my lungs, I looked around the library, and a book in the witches section caught my eye. I retrieved it. It was the book “The Whispering Witch of Willowdale” with the witch’s history. Not getting what I wanted to read, I decided to read it, so I took it and went to the coach. Settling on it, I opened the first

He motioned for me to follow him and we moved across the remains of the clearing and into the rocky hillside with vampire speed. The drone clearly had some sort of sensor on it. To our surprise, and dismay, it followed us at breakneck speed. We were barely able to duck into a narrow cave undetected. We flattened ourselves against the recesses of the cool stone cavity while it hovered outside the cave’s opening. Its incessant whirring echoed off the stone and bounced about in my head; torturing me to the point I wanted to cover my ears and beg for mercy. My mind deliberated the pros and cons of using magic to shield us from discovery. I’d just about decided it might be the thing to do wh

A shutter travels up my spine as I try not to think about which one of my mates she may have been involved with before I came along. I stare at the search bar on the library computer, and I wonder if the searches are tracked. I scan my card with the reader and type ‘witches’ into the search engine. I watch as the little blue circle in the center of the screen circles around and around, before only one book shows up on the screen. It is a children’s fictional book call The Werewolf and the Witch, and it is checked out. I blow out a deep breath and tap my long nails on the desk beside me. Clearing the search, I try ‘supernatural beings.’ Several different titles pop up, but they are all listed

There was so much about witches I didn’t understand. Dee continued. “The book developed a will of its own. It could choose its bearer—one who was worthy. Many sought it, but during the War of Shadows, it vanished. We all believed it destroyed… until the day Princess Helen found it. Days before her arranged marriage, the book appeared and showed her the future. She ran away—returned pregnant months later. Her children were mixed-blood: Kara and Leigh. Helen’s father locked her away, calling her cursed.”

The werewolf raises its claws and desperately reached for my face but I evaded it and took out my knife and pierced it through its heart. I wiped the blood that splattered on my face and raised my head to find Rendall and Quinn. Rendall is owning this hunt by slashing the werewolf’s body mercilessly while Quinn, Quinn is nowhere to be found. “Quinn!” Finally, I saw a movement of Quinn’s bow and arrow behind the tree that is seven feet away from me. With a sigh of relief, I continued chasing another werewolf. It is faster and slimmer than the first one so I have to make sure that my eyes will always follow it.