Books with title The Witch's Blood

Every day, Morgan learns more about magick. The more she learns, the more her power grows, and sometimes her own strength frightens her. She's not alone, though. Cal is with her, her soul mate, her partner, her love.But now she feels a shadow over them. When she casts out her senses, she picks up danger. Is it for real, or is it all in her mind?Morgan has found her mother's Wiccan tools, and her relationship with Cal is strong. Everything seems perfect. Except that Cal's half brother, Hunter, is stalking them. Hunter claims to be a Seeker who is investigating Cal for the misuse of magick. Whom can she trust?

Life around Sophie was never boring. She did chants, read Tarot Cards and, to Amy’s ad Julie’s surprise, during a séance Sophie had seemingly called up her dead Grandmother. Then Sophie received a book from her sister, Anna, on Witches' Spells, inspiring her to delve deeper into the supernatural. Then they heard that Margie, the crazy lady from down the street, was involved in Witchcraft, and Sophie was eager to find out if there was any truth in what people were saying. If Margie really was a witch then she would certainly be going out on the night of the full moon. They laid a plan.They would follow her.For what could be the harm?

This short story is leading up to October 31st for the big reveal. Everyone says Bridget is the perfect witch in her 4th grade Halloween Play and Bridget knows if she had a real witch's broom she could prove to everyone she has super-natural powers. Is the old lady next door a real witch and who is the strange woman at the library who hands her the enchanted book? Join Bridget in her adventure to locate the secret potion and incantation she needs to take flight on Halloween night.

"A Sweet Valley Twins Evil Parody"Did you read, and have a love-hate relationship with, Sweet Valley books in the mid-80s to late 90s? Do you also have an affinity for fantasy and horror? Then this parody is for you. All the kids at Saccharin Valley Middle School say the Morrison mansion is haunted. So when Fallon Morrison moves into the crumbling Victorian house, the rumors spread fast. Jessica Wastefeld and her friends are convinced that the new girl is a witch.But Jessica’s identical twin sister, Elizabeth, is sure that Fallon is just an ordinary girl. She’s determined to stick up for her new friend. Fallon has her own agenda, especially when Jessica and her friends start being mean to her. Is Fallon really a witch? Well, duh.The Witch is a "horror-parody" of books I used to read obsessively as a child and later realized are awful. The Witch combines elements of satire and horror, and is kind of meta. If it sounds familiar, it's inspired by the third book in the actual series, but I took its premise and twisted it beyond recognition, because the original plot really annoyed me. Added original characters (whom you’ll have met in Book One).More books in my fake series to come.The original series were aimed at preteen girls, and this book is based on the particular series where the twins are young enough to encounter supernatural events (many of their “Super Chillers” were ghost stories). So while there’s no blatant sexuality or violence, and it follows the rules of the original series, it might be better appreciated by someone 13 or older (especially women in their 30s). There’s definitely some dark humor, and “magical” violence.

If Sophie Sinora survives tonight, she’s sure to be grounded for life. But that’s the least of her problems. She’s thousands of miles from home, people are not who they seem, and she doesn’t know friend from foe. She needs to keep her hot witch boyfriend, with an even hotter temper, from losing his cool before the incubus finds them and steals their souls. And she’d thought she was having a bad week when she sprouted that ginormous pimple on her nose. If only her life was that simple.

The Abbey of New Minster means safety to Lovel. It is the reign of Henry I in England, and the monks protect Lovel from the people who think that, because of his crooked back and healing skills, he must be a witch. And, he has nowhere else to go.Then he meets Rahere, the Kings Jester, in the abbey and makes a bargain that will take Lovel to London, to establish a life of his own at the great hospital of St Bartholomew.

Saturn doesn’t really mind being a witch. She just wants to be a different kind of witch. She’s tired of wearing black. She doesn’t like riding on a broom. And, most important, she doesn’t want to scare people or play mean tricks on them—she wants to make friends! But even her next-door neighbors are afraid of her. If only she had the chance, Saturn knew she could help people instead of frightening them. It was time for a new look, and Halloween was the perfect time to change! But Saturn soon discovers that she needs to change more than how she looks. Will she find a way?

Example in this ebookCHAPTER ITHE QUEEN’S CHAMBERIt was said that the Queen was dying. She lay at Richmond, in the palace looking out upon the wintry, wooded, March-shaken park, but London, a few miles away, had daily news of how she did. There was much talk about her—the old Queen—much telling of stories and harking back. She had had a long reign—“Not far from fifty years, my masters!”—and in it many important things had happened. The crowd in the streets, the barge and wherry folk upon the wind-ruffled river, the roisterers in the taverns drinking ale or sack, merchants and citizens in general talking of the times in the intervals of business, old soldiers and seamen ashore, all manner of folk, indeed, agreed upon the one most important thing. The most important thing had been the scattering of the Armada fifteen years before. That disposed of, opinions differed as to the next most important. The old soldiers were for all fighting wherever it had occurred. The seamen and returned adventurers threw for the voyages of Drake and Frobisher and Gilbert and Raleigh. With these were inclined to agree the great merchants and guild-masters who were venturing in the East India and other joint-stock companies. The little merchant and guild fellows agreed with the great. A very large number of all classes claimed for the overthrow of Popery the first place. On the other hand, a considerable number either a little hurriedly slurred this, or else somewhat too anxiously and earnestly supported the assertion. One circle, all churchmen, lauded the Act of Uniformity, and the pains and penalties provided alike for Popish recusant and non-conforming Protestant. Another circle, men of a serious cast of countenance and of a growing simplicity in dress, left the Act of Uniformity in obscurity, and after the deliverance from the Pope, made the important happening the support given the Protestant principle in France and the Netherlands. A few extreme loyalists put in a claim for the number of conspiracies unearthed and trampled into nothingness—Scottish conspiracies, Irish conspiracies, Spanish conspiracies, Westmoreland and Northumberland conspiracies, Throgmorton conspiracies—the death of the Queen of Scots, the death, two years ago, of Essex.All agreed that the Queen had had a stirring reign—all but the latter end of it. The last few years—despite Irish affairs—had been dull and settled, a kind of ditch-water stagnation, a kind of going downhill. Fifty years, almost, was a long time for one person to reign....On a time the Queen had been an idol and a cynosure—for years the love of a people had been warm about her. It had been a people struggling to become a nation, beset with foreign foes and inner dissensions, battling for a part in new worlds and realms. She had led the people well, ruled well, come out with them into the Promised Land. And now there was a very human dissatisfaction with the Promised Land, for the streams did not run milk and honey nor were the sands golden. As humanly, the dissatisfaction involved the old Queen. She could not have been, after all, the Queen that they had thought her.... After crying for so many years “Long live Queen Elizabeth!” there would come creeping into mind a desire for novelty. King James,—King James! The words sounded well, and promised, perhaps, the true Golden Age. But they were said, of course, under breath. The Queen was not dead yet.To be continue in this ebook...

It was said that the Queen was dying. She lay at Richmond, in the palace looking out upon the wintry, wooded, March-shaken park, but London, a few miles away, had daily news of how she did. There was much talk about her—the old Queen—much telling of stories and harking back. She had had a long reign—“Not far from fifty years, my masters!”—and in it many important things had happened. The crowd in the streets, the barge and wherry folk upon the wind-ruffled river, the roisterers in the taverns drinking ale or sack, merchants and citizens in general talking of the times in the intervals of business, old soldiers and seamen ashore, all manner of folk, indeed, agreed upon the one most important thing. The most important thing had been the scattering of the Armada fifteen years before. That disposed of, opinions differed as to the next most important. The old soldiers were for all fighting wherever it had occurred. The seamen and returned adventurers threw for the voyages of Drake and Frobisher and Gilbert and Raleigh. With these were inclined to agree the great merchants and guild-masters who were venturing in the East India and other joint-stock companies. The little merchant and guild fellows agreed with the great. A very large number of all classes claimed for the overthrow of Popery the first place. On the other hand, a considerable number either a little hurriedly slurred this, or else somewhat too anxiously and earnestly supported the assertion. One circle, all churchmen, lauded the Act of Uniformity, and the pains and penalties provided alike for Popish recusant and non-conforming Protestant. Another circle, men of a serious cast of countenance and of a growing simplicity in dress, left the Act of Uniformity in obscurity, and after the deliverance from the Pope, made the important happening the support given the Protestant principle in France and the Netherlands. A few extreme loyalists put in a claim for the number of conspiracies unearthed and trampled into nothingness—Scottish conspiracies, Irish conspiracies, Spanish conspiracies, Westmoreland and Northumberland conspiracies, Throgmorton conspiracies—the death of the Queen of Scots, the death, two years ago, of Essex.

A page-turning debut written in the tradition of R.L. Stine's Fear Street, Goosebumps orHaunting Hour.In the town of Riverville, there is a street.It was a street where they used to hang witches.It is a street where students from school are known to have vanished without a trace, eventill today.It is a street where strange things happen to people.It is called Fox Street.But kids at school call it by another name.The Witch's Street.One night Mary runs over a fox in the Witch’s Street. According to local superstitions, thefoxes on that street are witches in disguise. Later on she sees that exact same fox on anotherstreet, the very same one she had just run over. Then bad things start happening around her.Free Chapter:It was a very foggy night. It was also very cold. The wind was blowing the trees,making them shake and rattle. They stood tall, frightening shapes behind a curtain of fog.It was the Fox Street Woods. Mary knew that she should not be here and let aloneknew why she was out in the woods at this time. Up on the sky, she could see a tiny crescentmoon. And then she started to hear the howling.Mary was frightened. She was as scared as hell.She could even hear her own heartbeat.Please let this all be just some bad dream, Mary told herself.Wishing it.She saw no one else in sight.The winds bend the grass.The fog grows thicker.Mary was looking all around her. Just the wide space of grass on the ground.Mary wanted to get out of these woods.She did not want to recall all those horror stories that she had heard or been toldabout this place.And then she heard it.A growl.Mary did not want to turn around but she did.Not more than seven feet away from her was a hulking monster.It stood seven feet tall. Fur as white as snow.Its fangs looked scary as it gnarled and its claws looked razor sharp.Mary was thinking about stories she had heard about the legendary AbominableSnowman. But this creature had the face and the snout of a fox.Just like a werewolf.But not a werewolf.A werefox. And it was coming for her.

As The Event of Hallows approaches, a sleeping evil awakens. A mysterious shadow of the past takes shape to carry out a curse that was casted upon the nearby village. Known only to have been cursed by an old witch, an annual tradition cycles around again. A new witch, named Zeith, is called to banish the evil that is summoned and although he's a witch, his witchery is best viewed through the imagination. This short story tells of an epic battle between monster and man as the old tradition is played out in the Hallorena on this Event of Hallows! Science-Fiction, Fantasy, MythologyFor children ages 9-12