Hunters of the Dead: Witches War
โ Scribed by Nicholas Paschall
- Book ID
- 110619803
- Year
- 2016
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 131 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B01N7JI0H6
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
A team of Ravens, men and women who hunt the supernatural, comes across a powerful witch in control of a demon from the bowels of the unholy Pit itself. While losing one of their own, they manage to sedate the witch and bring her in for examination and execution. At the local Roost, they discover the Elders have never seen the tattoos standing out from her mocha skin.
She was pulling her power from a new god, one that the Ravens had no knowledge of.
Tasked with the job of bringing her to the Winthrop Castle deep within the Wetterstein Mountains, where the oldest works and wisest priests resided for the order of hunters. There, she would be studied and interrogated before being thrown into a cell for study. The castle is home to many witches and occult servants, beings too dark to merely kill... just the kind of place the witch's Master wants her to go to.
Two stories told from Ivan the Hunter and Jotelf the Witch share how the other plans to lead to each other's destruction. Who will win?
Genre: horror/fantasy
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