Evil.witch Names Novels & Stories

"Agatha, what are you doing here?" He repeated the question of the girl. " Nothing, I got lost". I said the first thing that came to my head. "Really? What did you see?". Before Jackson questioned me, Melvin stepped forward and grabbed my hand, and at that moment, I felt a trigger in my other hand. I may not know anything about Witches, but my dad always tells me that to identify a witch, one of the ways happens to be the spark. "Hey ! You're a wizard, aren't you?".

"Those are scarce records." We consider possible responses, names from myth and rumor that have taken generations to come to us. I hesitate a moment before naming: "Morgath. She's one of the earliest witches spoken of in the old tales." We tried it, and nothing happened. The scroll stays sealed, the air in the chamber growing colder. "That's one failure," the voice threatens. "Try another name," David begs but the anxiety in all of us is growing. We toss out another name"Elvara," some witch from ancient stories who is said to deal in dark magic.

As i turn to look at them, they smile and move closer. "Hello!", says the younger of them, a wide smile across her face. "You must be the newcomers! I am Ethel." She extends her hand for a handshake, first to me and then to my sons, one by one as they say their name. The other two make their introductions as well. They seem really kind, and judging by their auras they must be witches as well. It didn't take long for them to confirm my thoughts.

“The best way to hurt a witch enough to get rid of them is by summoning them with a fire ritual using her birth-given name.” The hope already dwindling within me returned at her words. “Please tell me you know her name…” That flash of fear surged through her eyes again. And she nodded. “I only know her witch-name, but this is also a clue to her birth name…” “Okay, we can work out a clue,” I said, nodding enthusiastically. “What’s the name?” She sighed heavily. “It’s Atsilak.” I had barely noted down the name in my head when fire suddenly erupted before me.

I forced a shaky smile on my face while my brain reminded me to be a nice evil witch. Evil was subjective in the witch community. I could raise the dead and snatch the soul or power from a being. It had pretty much been a given that I would be cast as the evil witch of the West Coast Coven. But truly, like humans, witches were neither inherently good nor evil. There were many other witches in the West Coast that could have a decent shot at my title—the wily little bitch that had cursed me for starters—but not a single one of them was going to get it. I’m the best Goddess-damned evil witch in the whole of the country and I’d love to see them come and take me down.

Deep within the boundaries that lay between the supernatural earth and the underworld, in a place where no mortal has ever visited, there lived a witch named Susan. Susan has lived in the boundaries for many centuries, and she is a creature known by many names; Susannah, the wicked one, the most powerful immortal, the all-seeing eye, but by popular demand (because of the numerous destructions shes caused), many know her as the last witch. ********** Sisters of the Virani, and all my deceased kin,

A deep sigh escaped my lips and I tried to explain, “I am a witch but I am not evil. I am here to help you.” The boy’s expression turned even warier and he pointed the ring at me, “Don’t think that I will fall for your flowery words. I know that all witches are evil.” His words held a vibe of deep hatred. I never cared for what others thought. But, for the first time in my life, I wanted him to see that I was good, “Not all of us are Evil… Umm… What is your name?” “Why? Do you want to use my name to cast a specifically nasty spell on me?”

"If you can't come up, I can come down." Katrina stares at her. "What?" Katrina smiles, "I used to wonder the kind of wolf that would be the king's mate. Since he hadn't found his mate, we all figured she wasn't going to be from Eldrida. To be honest, there were rumours that he was cursed or destined to be without a mate. But then, I used to think, what would her personality be like? Would she be one of the werewolves that think witches are beneath them? Trust me, there are few of those. So I'm just glad that you happen to be a witch as well, that means we're safe. I didn't ever imagine that you'd be so cool though, you're the perfect mate for the king."

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

"Please don't." "By the way, I noticed that you have a number of other witch friends whose names also end with '-sviel'. Rubisveil, Gretasviel, Irisviel, and Serrasviel. You mentioned those other names when you send messages using those talking birds that can mimic your voice. Is that a common witch trend?" Aleister asked to change the subject. "Well, '- sviel' is derived from Sybil, the strongest witch to ever exist. Outstanding powerful witches who reached even 75% of her talent and achievements may choose to add the -sviel to their name."