Evil.witch Names Novels & Stories

The Witch of the sun, The Moon Goddess, The Icy Witch, The Cinnamon Witch, The Witch Queen, The Sugar Witch, The Witch of Doom… She saw something now. She went a few books back and found the book that clearly said The Cinnamon Witch. “I found it!”

He pulled at the grass beside him as he thought of a way to finish his sentence, “, she was a Witch.” “Really?” I was starting to understand him a little better. That’s why he think’s the witch’s amulet is something that can help find his mother. “So she wasn’t a Trickster?” “No. The reason for a Trickster to be born is a mystery unto itself. No one knows why we’re suddenly born the way we are, the only indication is that some part of our heritage is Elf related.” “Wait, so your sister?” “Is just a human. That’s why she moved to the Capital, so that she can experience new things and still be safe.”

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

“I’m not the enemy here, Anaiah.” “My name is Althea Vitali…” Althea snapped at her. “You are Anaiah Wildes... Dark Witch of the Parturi Coven. Let’s go home, Anaiah. They’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” “You’re lying…” “She is…” I said as I stepped closer, and although it was already painful having to stand a bit closer to her, I didn’t back away. I squinted my eyes so I could see her because the dark mist around her was turning into black smoke.

"Though why a simple wolfless woman who people say could not care less about the world around her is so informed in politics is something I can't wrap my head around." "Careful, Allistor," Orion growled in warning but there was little heat in his tone. "It's alright," the brunette assured her mate with a placating hand placed on his forearm and leveled the grey-eyed man with a cool stare. "You seem like a wise man so you should know how rarely true rumours are, Allistain." He froze, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion and alarm at the mention of a nickname he had used on a highly secretive mission that no-one but himself and the late Alpha Rubeus had known about.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mandalynn Hope Ellis, you may call me Hope. I am twenty-four years old, the half werewolf half witch spawn of Alpha Leith Ellis of the Blood Moon Rising pack and his mistress the Sorceress Lady Abigail Caluder of the Black Witch Mountain coven. When I was two years old, my father found his fated mate his now Luna, Luna Helena. My mother had bowed out gracefully, but they still remained close and acclaimble in raising me. I spent my childhood between my father's pack and my mother's coven.

Every path he had followed ended in the same direction: the witch. Her name was never spoken the same way twice. To some, she was Mavira, the Whisper in the Marsh. To others, she was Elda, the Keeper of Knives. But every tale agreed she dealt in one thing — breaking bonds. Whether they were oaths, curses, marriages, or even the sacred mark between mates, she could unravel the ties that bound one soul to another. For a price. Benjamin traced his finger over the inked symbols, lips curling into a thin smile.

In certain regions belonging to the Atlantic Ocean, witches was seen as a “evil” in certain moments of distress. The city of Lovadu, for years and years, suffered violence, reaching a moment of crisis. In that city there was a young man called Igor Hunton, son of Clarina and Sebastian Hunton, he had an older and a younger brother.

This made him feel confused because he thought that witches from Namian Empire: the Greatest Human Empire were very rarely willing to meet or even have contact with the old witch woman because Witch Una seemed too eccentric to them. The Witches from Namian Empire: the Greatest Human Empire, don't really like the inhabitants of the Beast Empire. Witch Una who could be close friends with the residents and even the werebeast elders of the Beast Empire was too different for them. Witch Una only recognizes the good qualities of everyone she meets or becomes her friend regardless of their race. This made her disliked by the witches of the Namian Empire. Hilena's desire to be able to meet Witch Una