Evil.witch Names Novels & Stories

All he thinks about is his dick. "You're an idiot. You don't understand what this means, so let me enlighten you. Eva is Maverick's twin sister. Both of them are the last remaining pack members of the Last Nightwalkers. They're not only the strongest wolves in the world, but they're also hybrids. Eva is a hybrid witch, and Maverick is a hybrid warlock. I had a witch place a spell on them so they couldn't use their magic. With Sienna's help, they could ruin us." His mouth falls open, making me feel like punching him in it. Before he can say anything, we get a mindlink.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

I ran toward the elevator and was relieved when I saw the tracker waiting for it to come. "Hey, wait a minute," I said, and he looked at me. "Princess, Ebony. What can I do for you?" the tracker asked. "Did Mandy's friend give you the name of the Evil Witch?" I asked "Yes," He said and pulled out his notepad to look it over. "Let me see her name was.....There it is; her name was Tabatha." "Did you say, Tabatha?" Jacob asked. I looked behind me to see Keith and Jacob standing there.

Fuck her witchy tia for giving her that stupid bangle. However, even I had to admit that it was better she kept it on. When it was off, her scent was so intoxicating. Sandalwood and citrus mixed with hints of violet and an underlying trace of the spent gunpowder. If power had a smell, I had a feeling it would be Evelina’s scent. My eyes tracked the footprints below, trying to make out what direction she had taken. LA VIRGEN (JESUS CHRIST)! This was no place for a defenseless human such as her to be roaming around. These dark witches were dangerous. They were known for their mastery over the dark arts and their affinity for human sacrifices. Over a decade ago, they’d even attempted to summon

She finished, and strode back to her seat. Another blue witch came forward, her expression closed off. She curtsied and spoke in a quiet voice. "My name is Eira, and I have a bird familiar." She concluded with an oath of hard work and justness. The last blue witch walked forth with an air of hauteur and curtsied perfectly. "My name is Eirwen, and I own a bird familiar." She pledged fairness with a disdainful sniff and promised hard work with what appeared to be an oath of becoming the royal witch without fail.

It was a hard spell to do even for a powerful air witch like her, it was a spell that could take away any living needs of your opponent, for a fire witch it'll take away light in your eyes, hence you'll be temporarily blind for the entire battle, a terra witch, the land below you will swallow your opponent whole, a water witch, it'll take away all your water in your body and use it for an attack that will damage you as well, and for air witches like Lilan, it has the most powerful damage because air is needed by the livings more than other elements, it will take away all oxygen in your body and around you it's a definite win if Lilan does it right. Though with immense worry for what damage w

I say defiantly. “My name?” The witch looks at me curiously. “You may call me Anila.” “But that is not your name,” I say knowing that a witch would never give away her true name so easily. “Like I said,” she says with a hint of irritation. “You can call me Anila. Please follow me.”

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

My name is Genevieve Martin or Genie for short, and I'm what you would refer to as a Witch. Others have been known to call us by other names such as sorceresses, enchantresses, hags, and she-devils - the list goes on and on. Honestly, if I was to list all of them it would never end. But the term "Witch" actually comes from the word "Wicca" meaning Wise One.

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"