The year is 1692 and Salem Witch Trials are running rampant; innocent people are being accused of witchcraft…
Follow the story of two young lovers whose families have arranged marriages to other people
Annabella is a young witch of sixteen whose family lives in fear of being accused of practising witchcraft. Annabella’s family decides to arrange a marriage between Annabella and a young gentleman named Tom. Tom’s family is of the new religion and high class. Annabella must hide her gifts and training from her family until the day she meets Stewart and falls in love with this young witch.
Annabella discovers a spell that will bond her and Stewart’s souls for eternity, but before they can fulfil their destiny and marry in a handfasting ceremony, they are betrayed by someone they thought they could trust.
This is a book of true love, reincarnations and magic everywhere, souls, betrayal and loss
Targeted Age Group:: 16+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
the idea for the book came to me in a dream about a woman that was reincarnated to find her soul mate. It was set in Salem witch trials and the couple are burned at the stake but not before annebelle casts a spell so that she and her lover will be reborn
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I had the idea of a love triangle that would occur through out the three lives of the main characters with their souls being reborn. Each life is set in a different book and there are challenges each character must face
I have decided that after a lifetime of being plagued by vivid dreams and nightmares of being burnt alive to finally seek answers from the one man that I know will not judge me, Father Michaels. As I enter the church grounds of St Francis, I am bombarded with memories of my childhood.
As a strong God fearing good Catholic family, we attended church every Sunday in our best clothes, sitting in a pew near the front of the church listening to the priest deliver his weekly sermon and the messages from God for us all. As a small child I never fully understood why we had to attend but as I got older and started to participate in Sunday School, I began to embrace the messages of God and Jesus, in my childhood mind Jesus was the coolest guy I knew. However, there was darkness within me that I never understood; I was plagued with vivid, nightmarish dreams every night for as long as I could remember. Watching myself and my father burnt alive while others cheered for our deaths calling us devil worshipers; the other most prominent dreams were of me dying in a car that had been plunged into a river.
My parents believed that at the time that I was a child Lucifer. I was his evil spawn, and they shunned me. The one time I talked about these dreams during Sunday school, everyone laughed at me and called me a devil worshiper, as a small child I did not understand why they called me that. I loved God and Jesus; I would never turn my back on them.
Finally, at the age of 7, my parents had enough and called the old priest from the church to perform an exorcism on me to get rid of the devil from in me. It was the most painful terrifying experience of my small child’s life something I will never forget. What I did not tell my parents or the priest was that it did not work, I still had these nightmares even to this day.
I had moved to the city a few months ago and found this beautiful, open-minded priest as part of the St Francis parish. He brought the messages of God and Jesus to his parishioner in a way that was exciting again. I longed for Sunday’s church service, and at times I even went during the week to hear Father Michael’s sermons.
I have come to church today to seek guidance from Father Michael, I know I am going crazy, but these nightmares will not go away, and I need some spiritual advice to understand them. As always Father Michael is greeting me at the door.
“Annabelle child what can I do for you on this fine day, shouldn’t you be outdoors with your fellow peers enjoying this glorious sunny day,” Father Michaels said in a calming tone that no matter what this priest says he has a way of making you feel instantly at peace no matter what your troubles may be.
I ask father Michaels if there is somewhere we can talk as I have something very troubling to tell him and need his divine guidance. Father Michaels has a curious look on his father, he has always known me as a shy member of his congregation but still one of the first to offer their services to help with anything the church needs. I still have time to give to those in need.
So, I begin to tell Father Michaels my life story and this nightmare that have terrified me my entire life. Father Michaels says nothing while I tell him nothing, for some unknown reason I feel the need to speak to Father Michaels everything including the fact I lied to the priest that performed the exorcism and my parents daily, claiming I was healed and only had Gods love in my heart. That Lucifer no longer had a say in my life. I confessed everything to Father Michaels. At the end of it, I was in tears from the pain I had caused others, the relief of being able to say something about the guilt I had been carrying my entire life.
Father Michaels just looked at me and said “ child you have never been a child of Lucifer, your heart is too pure, but I cannot help you walk this path you are about to take, you must do it alone. Tell no one especially your family for they will never believe you, I will guide you, but you must have the courage to face the truth, there will be many trials and challenges along the way, but if you look outside your faith, you will in time find the answers you seek. Though I cannot help you, I will always hear to listen to what you have learned.”
He handed me a business card and told me always to go with God in my heart.
My name is Annabella I was born during the Winter Solstice day celebrations 16 years ago today; Winter Solstice is the day I share with the Sun God it is of a rebirth, a time I have come to believe will be the day I am reborn for each lifetime. We have spent many nights and days preparing for the Winter Solstice as a family of witches it is an essential event for us. Mother has been making the meal while father arranged the Solstice log that will burn through the night. After our feast, we will give gifts of handmade items each representing the Sun God in some form of incarnation. Tomorrow we will share with those less than us the remains of tonight’s feast.
Today a year from now will also be the day of my death.
It is the year 1692 Salem. I come from a long line of family members that practice the old religion of the ancients. My parents were of an arranged marriage and went to this new world before I was born in the hope of making a better life for themselves and their future offspring. It was a land of many promises and a chance to escape and prosecution for their beliefs in the old religion. They had seen this new movement gaining strength every day and wanted to protect their family.
These are some troubling times for my family as all around us others are being called witches and being prosecuted by the men of the cloth the new religion of the Romans who believe in only one god. While my family and I think differently.
My father works a small farm that we have which only makes a small profit that we live off when we go to the market to sell our excess produce. My mother works her gardens and secretly works as the town healer, though if the men of the cloth knew this she would be called a witch and executed for no real crimes to against man.
Mother can grow anything and knows all types of remedies from a simple cough to aiding in childbirth, I meet a boy, fall in love and this will be what is our undoing.
I will take a step back and tell you how this came to be. I am the oldest daughter, Jermony my brother is but a year older, works the farm with father and is betrothed to a beautiful young woman by the name of Mary, Mary too is from a family that lives the old ways just as us. Then there is myself and my little sister Katie who is but six years old.
Growing up I was always interested in the family history and its legend’s, always wanting to learn about the ancient practices that we must always hide from this new world, this new land. Mother had kept an ancient book that had been handed down from generation to generation of women within our family, which is given to the oldest child of the family unfortunately that will never be me. It has our history of how we came to be. Ritual and spells, healing potions and magic.
When I was not helping my mother in her garden, I could always be found sitting by the fire reading this book. One entry that always fascinated me was on something called Spellbound handfasting.
It was an elaborate ritual to perform and needed only the highest of priestesses within the community could complete it but should a female member of our family find their one true love with this ritual they could be bound to many lifetimes of love and happiness together.
Their souls would recognize each other and in an instant reaction, a spark to the hand; a look in their eyes or simply a feeling of recognition. Should one die, their soul would wait for the other before being reborn together on this Earth again and again until the time where they had meet with eternal happiness, love and peace.
The ritual clearly states that if it were performed on two souls that were not true to each other, they would have a lifetime of misery and unhappiness only to return again and again until such times as they were able to find their true love.
The ritual had a clear warning that it should not take lightly, it should only perform with the utmost care for binding two souls that did not belong together for eternity was dangerous and miss use of the ritual for once it is cast there was no way to undo it.
I had always known that this was what I wanted and that one day I would have the ritual performed with only my soul recognizing my true love, the missing piece of my heart. I knew I would do anything to find him and find a way for us to be together for many lifetimes to come.
As the years passed I secretly gathered everything I would need for this ritual and went in search of every known female witch to my family. Assessing their level of understanding of the old ways and whether they would be able to perform this ritual to achieve the utmost success. I had to be sure before meeting this man that could completely trust this witch with blind faith since I would not know if the ritual had worked or not until after it had been performed and then there would be nothing I could do if it had not.
Many of those who practiced the old ways would indulge me over the years, believing I was a child living in a fantasy world. I would question and test them on their skills and abilities to be able to perform this elaborate ritual without their knowledge. There was only witch by the name of Theodora whom a prominent member of society was also less known as a high priestess she would suit my needs and had the willingness to aid me should the time ever come.
Theodora had her doubts that I would ever meet my soul mate, I could see it in her eyes but she never voiced her doubts, always willing to teach me any and everything I wanted to know about the old ways and our legend’s. She still would say to me that I was talented and unique gifts that there was a reason I was born on the winter solstice day celebrations when the sun god is reborn, that this too will always be my day of rebirth throughout the ages.
Theodora took me under her wing from an early age seeing something in me that was yet to come to fruition. She had many talks with my parents about this and the need for me to study the old ways, just like my mother had in the old country. The need for me to become a healer, the most powerful healer known as I could heal with just the touch of my hands, but my parents refused to listen. So secretly Theodora was my teacher in all and everything of the old ways.
Something I did not know till I was much older was the beautiful gem pendant Theodora had given me when I was small had been enchanted with a spell. Not only for protection from evil and harm but also so that on my death I would carry with me not only my memories of this life experiences but also the knowledge of the old ways, the rituals, spells, magic, and legends. I would find this pendant in each of my future lives, but there would only be one life that I would know what to do with it when the time was right.
In my new lives, it would be different times and the world had changed I would look at the world from a new perspective and follow another unfamiliar God. However, I would find that the past would repeat in my mind sending me crazy until I saw him my soul mate, my other half the one I was destined to share everything with and repeated the ritual. I could not see how this was possible that I could ever in this life or the next follow a different God. My belief is in the old ways and forever will be.
Just after my 16th winter solstice day celebration a day of Light and Warmth father announced that he had arranged for my marriage to a wealthy young man by the name of Tom. Tom’s father was a banker and investor, who had made a real name for himself in this new world of ours we now call home. When father told me of this, I could say nothing but run from the room hysterically crying. That is not what I wanted; I wanted to find my one true love. I wanted a marriage of love not for profit of others. I knew my destined lover was near and someday soon I would see him I just had to wait. However, father refused to listen to anything I had to say, stating that I had to do this for the good of the family, it would give us protection from future prosecution and a good reputation with such a prominent family.
Accepting that there was nothing I could do, I went to bed that night and cried for the loss of the life I wanted, the happiness I would have with my right mate and the sadness I would always feel around Tom. I did not even know this young man, how could I promise in front of his god that I would love and obey him for life, I did not even believe in his god. I was so angry at my father he knew what our faith means to me more so than the rest of the family and that I would forever have to hide from the one that I should share everything the truth about who I was.
As a member of higher society; I would have to attend balls, enjoy lunches with all the elite wives and ladies. While detesting it all the fact I could never be who I was, I was a priestess of the old ways. I was born on a winter solstice for a reason, it was not to protect my family from prosecution, though I would do this, I would do anything for my family even at the cost of my happiness.
In this life, I am meant to bring peace and harmony to this troubled world not hide away in etiquette and decorum, but I will do as father needs me to do. I will never be happy again.
So, a week later my courtship with Tom had begun, he is a real gentleman never stepping over the boundary’s society has set, always keeping a respectable distance, still making sure that I am happy and well-taken care. With time, I know I will come to care very genuinely for Tom, but I will never love him as a wife should love her husband.
As time moves on and we move through the seasons from winter to spring Tom’s father and mine are insisting they announce our engagement to society making it the event to end all Balls as far as the town is concerned. I have no choice in the matter and agree when Tom asks for my hand in marriage while at the same time trying to be a person everyone wants me to be, and not make a scene by being ill over the thought of never being with the one I the Gods have chosen for me, that I have chosen for me. I say a prayer to the Goddesses asking for intervention, something to stop this wedding from happening. This is not the person or life I should be.
Our engagement ball set for a week before the spring equinox; again I try not to argue with my father about the significance of such an event on such a special day for us. It is the time of new births, and the farm animal babies are born, gardens and flowers are in bloom. The air is warming, and a new lease of life has begun, for me, it is the end of life as I know it, but I will continue as I must keep up this farce so that my family has the protection. We must keep the secret that we partake in the old ways.
The ball has been decided to be held in Tom’s family manor ballroom, with both mother and Tom’s mother Grace as she has requested I call her even though it is a touch informal and does not fit in with societies standards. The three of us have been working on this event that will out stage all previous engagement Balls within our society. I try to show interest and focus on what the women are saying, but on the inside, I am dying, this is not what I wanted for my life, I wanted a simple life with the man that I love.
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