Evil.witch Names Novels & Stories

"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

he began, “then you haven’t seen even half of what he can do.” The room went completely silent. “Varkros is not just evil,” he continued. “He is something far worse. He is a wolf–witch god. A being worshipped by rogue wolves like the nightstalkers… and by witches as well.” I felt a cold chill crawl down my spine. “He has many forms,” he went on. “Many names. Many titles. But in the underworld, there is one name they all know him by—Varkros.” No one moved.

"But I believe that you are very tight-lipped, right Mr. Smith?" "Y- Y- YES, I will make sure no one would ever hear a wind out of this!" Ken swore with an exaggerated nod. Mike White, the Lord of Warine, who wouldn't know his name in this whole empire? Even the most frightening and hideous mythical beings that stayed in the abandoned land of Marshfoth knew well what to do when they heard his name. And that was to run away! He didn't kill people due to his amusement and Warine the land he was responsible for never suffered from anything. Instead, the land was far prosperous for over centuries. But the man had the least humane heart. He would kill people he disliked with only one word,

Third Point Of View: Once upon a time, there lived a wicked witch named Eve. Isis was the name of a wicked witch who was also referred to be a goddess. And there was a wicked witch who was also known as Queen, and her name was Medea. They all sprang from the same womb and woman, had the same mother, but no father. She produced them all by herself, using a few of her soul spirits.

The more I think about it, the more that name keeps resounding in my head, The evil witch, Devon.

A Witch! TBC