Famous Witch Names Novels & Stories

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.

I stare at it for a moment, then I continue. "Lykaon, heard from the nearby villages, of a witch with immense power to foretell fate. A healer. Her name was Veronique Claire, the famous and the first Death Mother." I turn back to Mel, watching the flickering Torchlight dance across her face. She listens. The skepticism in her eyes.

She opened it slowly, flipping through until she found the page she’d marked. “Look at the names,” she said, turning the book so I could see clearly. “Every witch that was either exiled or executed had a middle name starting with ‘Gaz’—Gazana, Gazriel, Gazintha. The pattern repeats itself. And guess what Gazelle’s full name is?” “Don’t tell me…” I muttered, already connecting the dots in my mind. “Gazelle,” she said. “Full name: Gazelle Amora Black.”

TOBIAS I still remembered the day we met her. The witch. Her name was Morgana Blackthorne, and she was unlike any other. Morgana Blackthorne was feared by many, but she was no monster. No twisted, evil creature waiting to cause harm. There were whispers about her, of course—talk of curses, dark spells, and prices too steep to pay. Some said she could call upon shadows themselves, that she could see the future in the embers of a dying fire. Others claimed she was immortal, an ancient being who had walked the earth long before the first packs had even formed.

Alpha Magnus POV I ordered my guards to let Celeste in immediately, eager to meet with the powerful witch. "Please let Celeste in right now. She is important, do not keep her waiting," I instructed. As I waited for Celeste to arrive, I couldn't believe that she had honored my invitation. Celeste was one of the greatest and most feared witches in North America, known for her extraordinary abilities and her role as a seer. She had previously been the coven leader of the witches in America, succeeding the legendary Ava, who had mysteriously disappeared.

she finished her introduction while pointing me to a spot on the yoga mat she was seated on. I was floored at how she didn’t look as old as she was, but I had no doubt that there was a magical explanation for her appearance. Sage didn’t even need to introduce herself, she was the most sought after witch on the continent, and everyone knew that she’d never failed a client of hers in her two hundred years of service to humanity. However, her name was forbidden in werewolf circles because she was a known practitioner of blood and black magic, the kinds of magic that our elders frowned against.

"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."

Kirei’s brow creased as she tried to absorb this information. “No, not really, it was just when I looked up their names they were women who were quite known. There was the Dark Witch who came from the Westershire coven, The Enchantress of the elven forest, there was also the Holy Maiden, and The Sorceress of the twin tower of Gulas to name a few.” Those were the names that she could not forget as they were all well-known magic users even in the east. “But those names were quite renowned, my lady,” Kirei was now breathing harder than normal.

It sharpened it, because the very thing that made me love her — that fierce, stubborn, self-erasing courage — was the thing keeping her hidden from me, and I couldn't hate her for it no matter how it burned. It was Bram who first spoke the name, and he spoke it the way you'd name a sickness. We were three days back from another dead road, sitting in the cold blue light of the kitchen while my mother slept, and he said, low, "There's someone I haven't told you about. Because you'd have gone to her a year ago, half-mad as you were, and she'd have eaten you alive." He turned his cup in his rough hands. "They call her the Witch. Out past the eastern flats." I told him I had no time for stories a

Then, Damion enters the room. “Did you find anything?” says Adeline before anyone else could say anything. “Yes and no.” He narrates what his grandmother told him about the Junta and the original witch. “So, the Junta is useless now,” says Tyrus “what is this original witch called? I mean her descendants?” “It has to be a female witch of the Serafina lineage.” “What?!” Lilia exclaims. “What happened? Do you know someone with that name?” Asks Damion. “Of course I do and you too. We all know her.” “Who?” “Tasha!”