Famous Witch Names Novels & Stories

She had no one to call her by it. "Then since I can't call you 'Hey' or 'little girl' every day, how about I give you a name?" The girl hesitated for a moment before simply shrugging, "Do as you wish." "Let me see. Since you will become a witch. What about calling you… Medea? That old snake always tells me that it was the name of a very powerful witch that did not exist in this world." That day, a witch was born. The witch of the East. The one governing over Time. Medea East Asmodeus was born.

asked Wiggy, who suddenly won back Phillip's attention. Louise exchanged glances with Phillip before answering. "Miranda is another figure from the witch who used to make your brother the Falsies." Wiggy almost choked with shock. "Georgina?" The golden-haired girl nodded. “Technically, I and my squad have watched her many times in every fairy tale. Morgan Lee, Green Witch, Evil Queen, Black Swan, all the witches in the story are the same person. Or maybe it is more fitting to be called the same creature!"

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

They said witches were all bad but do you know that their are two types of witches, the black witch and the white whitch. In the Canary village, lived a two sisters namely Freya and Marie. Both were beautiful and enchanting but they possessed an opposite traits from each other. Freya, known to be the black witch was very possessive, wicked, cruel and a pure evil but Marie, known to be the white witch was kind, loving, soft-hearted, and with a pure heart.

She paused, her eyes scanning the page. “What is it?” I pressed. Althea hesitated before continuing. “One of the founding members was a witch named Esther.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “That can’t be a coincidence.” “It’s not,” Althea said, her voice firm. “Keep listening.”

“Not really, but I have doubts that I am the most powerful witch. It could be Amara, Willow, or Freida; who knows?” “But you are the one who unified all the supernatural species. How do you explain that?” “I was just a connector, Nate. It was a collective effort of you, Bastien, Mom, Aunt Hazel, Aunt Flora….” I gave him an awkward smile. Hopefully, he doesn't get offended, Mommy Gloria, Mommy Lily, Daddy Herod, and Nico. We all did it together, not just me.”

NOVA I recognized one of those witches who came—Maren, the Supreme witch's most trusted subordinate. She was once accused of using dark magic, but Cybele, the Supreme, used her power to make the whole case magically disappear. Maren was considered a beauty. She had long raven hair and mysterious onyx eyes with a ruby ring glowing on the inner side of her pupils. Her looks were astonishingly underlined by her Snow-White-like complexion. If that wasn't enough, Mother Nature was also generous to her in the sexy curve department, making her a perfect men's temptress. In the coven, she was responsible for signing contracts with wealthy men, using every possible female-like and magical trick in th

The festival had reaffirmed her commitment to the people and served as a catalyst for positive change. Lady Victoria, with her unwavering dedication and wisdom, continued to be a guiding force. Her role extended beyond the borders of the kingdom, as her reputation as a wise witch and counselor spread far and wide. She used her knowledge and influence to foster peace and understanding among werewolf kingdoms, mediating conflicts and offering guidance in times of need. Her actions were a testament to the positive use of witchcraft and its potential to bring about transformative change.

But I have never met her or her mother when I was young. “What kind of witch is she?” “Her mother was an earth wish. The kiss is a curse. Her family was cursed by the council. All women in their family are born with that curse.” “That’s a rather boring curse. Sleep.” “The original name is busu la kifo, the kiss of death. The opposite of the kiss of life you made with that wolf. The curse was changed but couldn’t be broken. It’s a family secret. How did you learn of it?”

And also if I didn't have to go to school anymore. She frowned quizzically “Brooke? Any relation to Nana brooke?” She looked me over, this time more carefully, a wariness enveloping her stance that hadn't been there before. “No? I don't know who that is.” Though, I was pretty certain I'd heard the name before. “She was a real famous baker around here. But in truth, she was revered because she was a really powerful witch. One of the most powerful to have ever existed.” She explained, her stare still oddly intense.