Books with title The Witch Trials

It’s like I woke up from a nightmare.Arsen’s here, and we’re alone.All alone.But he isn’t trying to kill me.Because the Oracle lied to me and used me, Rynne tried to set me free by giving me to a demon who makes my blood boil and my heart stutter.Rynne returned to the angels to atone for his involvement⁠—or something ridiculous. Who knows what they’re doing to him. I have to find him, save him, and tell him how sorry I am. But I can’t do it alone. I need Arsen.Luckily, or unluckily, Arsen and I are stuck together until we figure out what’s connecting us. I either let him look into my soul, or we go to the witch called Helena. Neither prospect is appealing, but it’s time I get some answers.

In 1692, a wave of hysteria swept through the largely Puritan village of Salem, Massachusetts, as people began accusing each other of practicing witchcraft.Even before the first glorious ring of the Liberty Bell, America was a land of freedom and promise. The Cornerstones of Freedom series explores what inspires people from all over the world to start life anew here, endure the economic and social upheavals, and defend the land and rights that are unique to the United States of America. Readers will find out why the people of Salem had such a powerful fear of witches, why certain people were more likely to be accused, and how innocent people were tried and found guilty in a long string of court trials.

Massachusetts, 1692. The largest witch hunt in the United States was held in the small village of Salem, Massachusetts. Witness the accusations of witchcraft and trial that followed in this impressive graphic novel. Maps, timelines, glossaries, and indexes make these titles an exciting addition to classroom discussion. Graphic Planet is an imprint of Magic Wagon, a division of ABDO Publishing Group. Grades 3-6.

"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.

An exciting, magical fantasy from a talented new author, discovered by Barry Cunningham, the original publisher of Harry Potter.Follow young Abby and Spike on their thrilling adventures through the fantastical world of THE WITCH TRADE. The evil Night Witches have invented a powerful new weapon and are threatening to take over the world -- and only Abby and Spike can stop them! Joined by Captain Starlight (aka the Ancient Mariner), Abby and Spike must travel through perlious seas and wild lands to reach the dark lair of the Night Witches. Can their ragtag bunch defeat the evil Night Witch forces before it's too late?

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.