Fantasy Witch Names Novels & Stories

I hesitated before finally sitting down, crossing my legs beneath me. Alice’s gaze flickered over each of us before she leaned forward slightly. "Before we begin, let’s start with something simple—introductions. I want each of you to tell me who you are, beyond just your name. Magic is deeply tied to identity, to the essence of who we are. So, let’s start there." “My name is Alice Stevenson,” she said, her tone measured, firm, yet strangely comforting. “I am a full witch, thirty-four years of age, and I hail from the Dahlia Coven.”

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

The young girl looked at Eleanor with her clear gray eyes and nodded before putting forward her hand while saying, "My name is Lise, Lise Grey. Like they say, I am a witch but a good one. Even if I happen to often do some mischief, it is not that bad. I am happy to meet a new friend." Eleanor smiled sweetly and took her hand as she replied, "I am Eleanor, someone that discovered she was a witch not too long ago and I am happy to meet you, miss Grey."

Just then, I saw a figure standing in front of the burning fire with her back against me. Without being told, I knew she was the one I was looking for. “Why are you here, Ciara, daughter of Amelia.” I froze and immediately stood still when she mentioned my mother's name. “I greet you, great witch,” I said with a bow. “How did you know my mother's name?” I asked. The witch suddenly let out a cackling laughter. “I am Witch Thalia, the great witch since ancient times. There's nothing I don't know on earth.”

Hecate says to her, taking Willow by surprise. "My mom? I guess you would know her since you would know all of your children." "I know of her and her bloodline from before up to now." Hecate raised her hands, a black fog morphing into an bust like image of Willow, but older and slightly sharper features. "You may be the first half-Witch of your bloodline, but you come from a line of powerful Witches. You, are the daughter of the Witch that slain Karmina to begin with." Hecate made the black mist disappear. Willow felt her legs buckle as she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground as the news settled in.

**Winter's POV** The witch led me through a labyrinth of twisted vines and shadowy pathways. Everything about this world felt foreign yet strangely familiar as if I had wandered into a dream inspired by Lily's stories. The air buzzed with palpable energy, making my wolf feel restless beneath my skin. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to make conversation as we walked. She glanced over her shoulder, her green eyes wary. "Sariah," she replied curtly, then focused ahead once more.

"Hold up! Grans ... today the witch has a name? I don't seem to recollect her having a name ever since you began enacting this story to me and are all witches not the same? What's with the White color you have been adding since time immemorial? " "Could you possibly ask a question at a time? You terrorist of a girl. 'She fussed jovially.' Mm! Let's see, yes! she has a name and it is NEHENDA! 'As soon as the name left maama's lips again, I had a cold reaction. A shiver run through me as if I had been in a heavy cold downpour for hours with the echo of the name ringing inside my head. crazy shit!' If I had never mentioned it? Then it might have escaped me." She said simply.

I asked again. "Garara," she replied after some hesitation. "My name is Garara." "My name is Ca-" "Caleb, beta to the alpha of the Crimson Moon pack," the witch said with a small smile. "Yeah, I know." I chuckled for some seconds before stopping and squeezing my face into a small frown.

A Witch! TBC

The woman said and Phoenix eyed her skeptically. " Who are you? " She demanded. " My name is Narcissa and I am a witch " Hearing that, Phoenix stepped back, a bit scared. The woman chuckled. " Don't be scared Phoenix, I am a good witch " Narcissa assured but Phoenix wasn't taking any chances. " Is there anything like a good witch? " " Everything has two sides, Phoenix. The good and the bad " " Fine then, what do you want from me and why did you pretend to be an old lady in distress " Phoenix queried.