Fantasy Witch Names Novels & Stories

My gaze bounced back and forth between the two alphas in front of me. “My name is Agatha. I am a white witch.” I observed their facial reaction for a few moments…. “ I met you years ago, Sebastian. My rogue family got you when you went feral, and we took you in for a few days.” He blinked twice and nodded gently, but his eyes showed hesitance. I assume it has something to do with the color of my hair and eyes, if he even remembers.

The warriors stay where they are, tense but obedient. The witch pales as she takes another small step closer, her white hair shimmering in the sunlight. Nova walks until she is in front of the witch. Even in her wolf form, she’s eye-level with the woman, and I can see the fear in the witch’s eyes. “Th-thank y-you, Alpha.” the witch stammers. Her voice is high-pitched, almost painful to hear, but Nova inclines her head slightly in acknowledgment. “Our goddess-Hecate - her law is that a witch must always repay a favour. Should you ever need anything, call on me. My name is Aurora Vex.”

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Youana frowns at the mention of her mother. "She is." "Your grandmother is a witch, your mother is a witch, what about you?" The girl looked shocked at the fact that she might have the chance of being a witch. "I'm a witch? I'm a witch!" The girl jumped up and down before hugging Lilith and Adrian who was very quiet as he watched the whole thing. "We don't know that for sure, how about we go to the meeting now and after I'll let you meet the Goddess of Auras, her name is Mariana." Her face brightened.

Even she was surprised when a middle-aged woman with red hair arrived, almost the same color as her hair but darker. “Dazzle… are you really from the Dazzle family?” asked the middle-aged woman named Amora. Amora is famous as a witch on the coast. She can cure various diseases. Amora's name is famous in various parts of the world, some even try to target her as a slave. The witches in this day and age are being hunted, they are feared will bring disaster. “Yes, that's right, Dazzle is my surname. How did you know?”

“The gods sent me. I already found the other three princes. Eduard, son of King Harold of the North. Magnus, son of King Athelwulf of the West, and Gadrial, son of King Johnathan of the South-East.” “We know the princes,” I said. “Of course,” the witch said. “And you are?” Joel asked. “You may call me Morella.” “Is that your name?” Troy asked. “No, but it’s dangerous to give my true name. It can be used against me. Please. Sit.” The two Lycan princes gave each other a sceptic look. They were enemies, after all, and sitting down together was unheard of. “Do you trust her?” Joel asked. “I’ve heard that you are a monster with all the wolf talents.”

The little angel corrected with a cute pointed look as Esmeray's words had somehow offended her. ”My apologies little witch. Do you mind telling me your name?” Gosh! The girl was too lovely for her own good with those two little piggy tails and the cute glare she was throwing Esmeray. “I can’t tell you my name. My mama said that if someone wants to know a witch’s name they have to be worthy enough.” The little girl said with a heavy sad sigh and an adorable grumble that had Esmeray's lips twitching. Holding her hand up to her lips Esmeray whispered as if it was a big secret. ”My name is Esmeray and I’m a witch too. A wickedly strong one from the House of Untouchables.” She winked playfully.

We broke our engagement not long ago and got nothing to do with each other. "I appreciate your concern, but if those men show interest in me, maybe they can become my potential spouse," I smirk. "After all, I'm an eligible bachelorette. It's time for me to find a husband." "Alice-" "It's Mistress to you," I corrected him as it caused the look on his face to turn red. "You may be the Crown Prince and soon become king after your father steps down, but here I rule this kingdom. I'm the Mistress of Pandora…The Red Witch."

What sort of magic is she using? "We can't use her name, Papa, because whenever her name is mentioned, you become dazed," I said worriedly, and he nodded. "That's a problem. Then what should we do?" Papa asked. "Give her a different name? Like Lily or Daisy, so we don't face this issue?” "Nah," I dismissed the idea. "It would be troublesome if we forgot the name.” “Then?” Papa frowned. I thought for a while and suddenly recalled my favourite fantasy series, ‘Harry Potter’. "How about we refer to her only as 'the she-wolf who must not be named' to reduce her psychological hold?”

"Where are we going to exactly, Witch?" "Her name's Allen; it's about time you both stopped calling her a witch. She's the Witch of the West, and that name was given to her because she's the most powerful witch, but now she's more like a mortal, so let's treat her as one." He snapped at Cace's words.