Famous Witch Names Novels & Stories

I shrugged, “But wait; I forgot to ask her name.” “She wouldn’t have told you,” he said, “For witches names have power; she would never tell someone her name because it would mean having power over her.” He continued, “All she or any other witch needs to perform a spell on you is your name.” “Then should I be worried that she knows my name?” “You would be a fool not to be,” was his only reply.

King Edward called out, his hand resting on his sword hilt. The figure threw back its hood, revealing a face twisted with malice and eyes gleaming with a dark light. "I am Malora, the Shadow Witch," she hissed, her voice dripping with menace. "I have come to claim what is rightfully mine." I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of her name. Malora was a powerful sorceress known for her malevolent magic and thirst for dominion over the realms. Her presence alone was a harbinger of doom, and I knew we were in for a battle unlike any we had faced before.

"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.

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

After all, the fairy said they were expecting Mikki and that the Queen could feel it when she was needed. “Are you… the Silver Witch?” Mikki felt ridiculous asking that kind of question, but that was the only thing that came to her mind. The woman smiled warmly at her and took a few steps down. “I’ve been called many names before, like Silver Witch, Moon Goddess, and so on. My real name is Calli, and I must say I’m delighted that you came to visit so soon. I’m afraid it’s not for a good cause though, correct?” Mikki felt her tongue wanting to just spit out all the questions she had for the witch, but somehow, she felt like the woman already knew everything she was going to ask anyway.

Across from us stood Erasmus Bluthexer, Velan’s pompous royal warlock, his gray hair slicked back, his crimson robes screaming arrogance. Behind him, the five witches—Brunhilde, Hildegard, Ingeborg, Gretchen, and Ursula—lounged on conjured chairs, their cackles already echoing. “Ready to spank this overgrown toddler, Niklas?” Walda grinned, twirling her crooked cane. I inclined my head, a faint smile tugging my lips. “A gentleman never shies from duty, Walda. Though I suspect you’ll enjoy this more than I will.”

Cassie concluded and raised a brow in surprise. "Are you sure no one saw you kidnap her?" I asked, walking closer to the witch and Cassie nodded. When I got close to the witch, I asked, "What's her name?" "Kara Lewis. A nice name for a beautiful witch. Did you notice witches tend to have beautiful names?" Cassie asked and I chuckled. "And the names of vampires always sound so cliché." I added and heard her chuckle lightly. I squatted before Kara and held up her bloody face with my hand. I forced her eyelids open with my second hand.

"You are not betraying her by mentioning her Familia. It is just- I have thought for quite a well and cannot just seem to know where to push her in. It is like she is a whole different being." "Because she is," Achilles replied, his face still blank. "Could you explain that?" The male sighed, looking away as he gripped the rails of the balcony tighter. "She is not someone you want to mess with" "So the rumours about her are true? That she IS a pharmakis?" Witches were said to be descendants of the three Furies who were known to be evil, had powers beyond humanly possible and only caused chaos wherever they went. If anyone was suspected to be a witch, they were avoided like the plague.

The idea of seeking out a witch was a risky endeavor, but at this point, I was willing to entertain any possibility that could bring an end to the darkness that threatened to consume me. "Where can we find this witch?" I asked, my tone cautious. Donna's lips curved into a sly smile. "Her name is Santana. And she's not exactly easy to locate." I frowned, my mind racing to recall the name. Morgana... The name rang a bell, sending shivers down my spine. "Santana? But she's... dead.." Donna's laughter was unsettling, a melodious sound that held an edge of malevolence. "Oh, my dear Lin, you'd be surprised by how many things you believe are true, but aren't."

And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master. Euphemia, the Witch of Vanity. She rose from the land of the Soil governed by the God of Humility. Helga, hailed as the Witch of Treachery was a native of the land of Thunder, dominated by the God of Pledge. Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity.