Books with title The Witch Dog

Just over the hill stood a shack where the most beautiful woman you ever laid eyes on lived. Her hair was blonde and wavy with eyes as blue as the sky. Her figure would make any man lose his breath. The only thing wrong with this picture was, she's a Witch. Her name is Sarah and an evil Witch at that. Her mother had her out of wedlock. Sarah's mother kept her pregnancy secret from her parent's until one day when her father opened her bedroom door to scold her about something. Her father heard a baby's cry and said, "Did I just hear a baby's cry?"No! No! Father," cried Sarah's Mother.Her father pushed her aside from her closet door. Opened the door and shouted to the top of his lungs. "I want this baby out of my house by morning and that's an order," said her father in an angry voice. Sarah's Mother was only sixteen years old when she had Sarah. Having a baby out of wedlock and especially at sixteen was a disgrace to the family.The next morning Sarah's Mother carried her newborn baby Sarah into town looking for a good home for her daughter. Sarah's Mother came across this shack where a sweet old lady lives. She asked the old woman to take her baby and love her as her own. The old lady accepted and asked her. "Why are you giving up your baby? I'm just an old woman.""My father will kill me and my baby if I don't get rid of this problem. That's his exact words," replied Sarah with a river of tears flowing down her cheeks.Sarah's mother had no idea who the old lady was and if she did she would not have left her in her care.

Spoilers: Please note this series takes after the Hunted Heir series. For more enjoyment, please begin with Descendant B01LYBICN6Her name is Ki’ara. She was once a young Princess in a beautiful land.Now she’s on the run, wanted by the New Gods, and chased by every assassin in Avalon. Not to mention the Royal Guard – soldiers from the very Kingdom her father had ruled.After a dire premonition leaves her shaken and in need of a miracle, the teen learns that her only hope of saving a powerful ally lies in the hands of a mysterious woman in the woods. Some call her a great Healer. Others call her an evil Witch.But when an elite strike team sent to retrieve the woman does not return, Ki’ara sets out on her own to bring them back.What could possibly go wrong…?This is the 4th book in the Princess of the Gods series, a fast-paced science-fantasy series with a strong female protagonist. Filled with action and butt-kickery, it is a coming of age story about the teenage Princess of Avalon. Although there is no sex or strong profanity in this series, there is a fair amount of violence and frightening situations. Not appropriate for younger children.Princess of the Gods:Trilogy One, Hunted HeirBook 1: DescendantBook 2: AssassinBook 3: The KeeperTrilogy Two, Guardian’s QuestBook 1: The WitchBook 2: StrongholdBook 3: UnderworldOther books by Ky Tyrand:Mark of the GodsThe Misplacement of Lexi Robinson

During his imprisonment at Linz Castle in Austria during the 30-Year-War, Prince Rupert the Devil receives a poodle puppy as a gift. There the pup named Boye grows into a fine dog, one which Rupert intends to take home with him to become a battle dog. Upon Rupert’s release, he and Boye head to England to join King Charles I’s Cavaliers during the English Civil War against the Parliamentarian Roundheads. Boye, Rupert’s ‘luck,’ is believed by the Roundheads to be a witch dog, with the ability to turn invisible at will, to catch bullets with his teeth, and to be the secret of Rupert’s success. An English page, Hugh, serving Rupert is jealous of how his master adores this cur and steals Boye away in the night giving him to the Roundheads so that Hugh may become the Prince’s favorite. Now Boye is on his own, experiencing life in dungeons, cages and wandering on the road of the English country side in the cold. He searches for his master during the Civil War in a historical world where the Witch Dog isn’t always in luck and Rupert is missing one of the few beings he has come to love. For ages 12 and above.

In this important new novel, Miss Johnston goes back to the field of some of her earlier successes -- the spacious Elizabethan times. The story opens in the death chamber of the great Queen, and with that uncanny power of historic resurrection of which Miss Johnston is master, the reader is made to feel the great issues that are hanging in the balance, -- issues of thought and faith within England itself, issues of imperialistic destiny in the great colonies overseas. The two chief characters are Joan Heron, a beautiful girl of strong, original nature, and Dr. Aderhold, a thinker in advance of his time. As the plot develops, not only is Aderhold suspected of atheism and unholy practices in the black art, but Joan is accused of witchcraft. They are arrested, and sentenced to death, but escape, and take ship for Virginia. As the voyage progresses, her sex and identity are suspected, and she and Aderhold are cast adrift in an open boat. This catastrophe, however, is not final, and in the Bahamas and later in England, the story comes to its impressive ending. As a historic picture, the story is exceptionally strong, and perhaps the impression that will live longest is that of the marvelous Elizabethan world of adventure, controversy, passion, and vital personality.

"The Witch" by Mary Johnston. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.

"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.

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