In the shadowed heart of Sélestat, Alsace, beneath the roof of Heinrich Kramer’s ancestral home, a gathering unlike any other took shape. Under the timbered
Snow dusted the Highlands, a white shawl draped over the shoulders of the earth, as Moira MacDonald made her way to the stables. The chill
Joseph’s footsteps echoed through the hallowed chamber of the English Witches Council, a place as ancient as the traditions it upheld. Hidden beneath the bustling
Her mind was always running two, sometimes three different scenarios; she was not simply intuitive but could sense the subtlest of cues and move to
Snow lay thick upon the ground in the secluded village nestled within the embrace of the Carpathian Mountains. Mihai Lupu began his day before dawn
February 25th, 1681 The ink whispers across the page, a faithful confidant in the quiet of my quarters. It is my thirty-third year of life,
“It is decided then,” Giancarlo said, his voice resonant with conviction. “We shall build a vessel—a sanctuary upon the waves that will carry us to
Snow blanketed the cobbled streets of Paris, the sky a leaden sheet that threatened more. In the alleyways, whispers carried like fog, clinging to the
