God has heaven.
The Devil has hell.
And in the middle, walking the earth is Witches.
Magical beings, they strive to protect their coven and guard over their sisters, they hide their powers so they may be able to blend quietly within society; but th...
"There is a little witch in every woman but only the brave can embrace it".
This book is dedicated to all the wonderful, strong people I know and have encountered, what inner strength and magic you all possessed.
Trigger warning to readers ⚠️ in this book there is strong language, mature subjects such as violence/abuse and transphobic abuse.
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Everybody's story starts somewhere, here is where ours began....
1710 - England, Screaming Woods
Hands linked together in tight united grasps, we hold on desperately to each other, sweaty palms pressed together as we try to absorb each other's last ounces of strength. Our bare and bloodied sore feet, bound tight with rope that snakes up around our quivering bodies, holding us in place to what was once our mighty tree. Our tree, that many times in the past, had been our sanctuary, this was our meeting place, where we were free to reveal our inner true-selves and buried nature, safe from prying eyes and cruel tongues; now it would be the place that we would be executed, the rope like a poisonous snake cuts deep as if it's fangs had latched on, red and sore it itches from our struggling as we desperately try to flee.
All three of us are tied around the tree with only the holding of our hands to give us a brief moment of comfort before our fates are sealed. Tears stream down our filthy, beaten and bruised faces but not a noise or whimper comes out of any of us - we will not give him the satisfaction- our wicked tormentor, or his treacherous whore who stands smuggly beside him.
"Three sisters of the damned, you have danced for the devil and given yourself over to evil.I, town elder, condemn you to death. Your punishment for your perverse acts of witchcraft will be death by fire, we will send you back to the rotten belly of hell to burn for eternity".
Cheers erupt from the mindless crowd that has gathered to watch our death with sick perverse curiosity, but she doesn't say a word as she stands next to her prize, her soon to be husband, who she will manipulate to her will.
Flame lit, it angrily crackles and smoulders beneath our feet, lapping painfully at our skin as the fire grows with strength and purpose to devour us, we do not scream or beg for forgiveness, we know it's futile - instead we do the only thing we know how to do...we loudly chant, our words cutting through the angry mobs cries, up to the heavens loud enough for God herself to hear, we know our time on earth is done but our souls are not, we will return, we will avenge our deaths and the deaths of our sisters. That cunt will rue the day she turned on her own kind and watched her sisters burn.
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