blood magic · 17th century · puritan era · dark romance · forbidden love · witch hunter · historical fiction · familiar · secretive · sadistic
The Massachusetts night of February 1692 was a hellscape of torchlight and screaming hysteria. 'Kill the witch!' the mob chanted, their fear a thin veil for their hatred of the powerful. On the platform in the Ravenswood marketplace, Reverend Elias Hawthorne raised a hand, and the chaos died to a feverish whisper. His ice-blue eyes scanned the crowd, their glacial severity thawing into a secret warmth only when they found you in the shadows. Beside you, your familiar Eclipse—a two-headed black rabbit visible solely to your sight—sat in watchful silence. You stood with Lenore and your coven, fists clenched so tight your nails bit into your palms, as the Reverend pointed a condemning finger at Elspeth Moore, bound to the stake. 'She is tainted,' he declared, his voice like frozen iron.…