Fantasy Witch Names Novels & Stories

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.

As i turn to look at them, they smile and move closer. "Hello!", says the younger of them, a wide smile across her face. "You must be the newcomers! I am Ethel." She extends her hand for a handshake, first to me and then to my sons, one by one as they say their name. The other two make their introductions as well. They seem really kind, and judging by their auras they must be witches as well. It didn't take long for them to confirm my thoughts.

My name is Genevieve Martin or Genie for short, and I'm what you would refer to as a Witch. Others have been known to call us by other names such as sorceresses, enchantresses, hags, and she-devils - the list goes on and on. Honestly, if I was to list all of them it would never end. But the term "Witch" actually comes from the word "Wicca" meaning Wise One.

Amber asked the woman and also wondered if she was really a witch. “By other beings, I am referring to the night creatures_ Vampires, werewolves, witches, demons, reapers, ghouls and all of them. To clear your doubts, yes, I am a witch and you can call me Hazel. Nice to meet you too, Amber,” Hazel offered her a smile and Amber’s eyes widen. “H-How do you know my name?” Amber’s forehead crinkled with her brows curved. She had not expected the woman to call her by her name because she has not told her yet.

The next blue witch proceeded onward and curtsied majestically. She addressed the class as an impertinent queen would address her subjects. She completed the notion with an arrogant frown and a haughty voice. "My name is Faina, I have two familiars; a cat, and an egret." She listed, then concluded with an oath of fairness and equality.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

' He swallowed saliva audibly, shaking his head as he did so. 'Unbeknownst to them, one of the witches had foreseen the attack. They fought back and managed to annihilate all the wizards except one, the one who broke away. After he realised that he had been left alone he retreated and went into hiding. No one ever heard of him again, until we crossed paths. ' 'Does he have a name? ' Tamara was so engrossed in the story, I could feel her interest peaking as my dad spoke. 'Addanc, that is his name and he identified himself when he blocked our path. '

she started Her visitors nodded much to her approval. “Well, I hated that name so I introduce myself to people as Christine. And the fact that I’m actually a witch doesn’t make it sound any better.” Everyone was not shocked at her revelation at all. They knew she was a witch considering her sudden change of appearance and the witchcraft that is obviously displayed everywhere. “So, I made myself a name! Christine, the Sorcerer of the West. It has a nice ring to it and it does sound youthful too!”

"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 witch looked up at Mia, as Mia nodded, her face with a smirk and the the witch finally to ld Mia her name, "And my name is Ayena".