Fantasy Witch Names Novels & Stories

So humans do not necessarily know so much about wolves or witches, most of them even think it is a myth. "So anyways, after years of training, roughly thirty five years, I became one of the most powerful and respected of the witches. You see, my family name, before I got married, was Winchester. I was said to possess the power from an ancient line of witches that use the same surname, and I found this to be through,"she said.

I ask her. "Her middle name was Caterine. Why do you ask?" She asks me. "I would like to name our daughter after her if it is alright with Dante. She was one of the few witches to ever care about the werewolves and she was even a part of this pack in a way. I would like to name my daughter after her to carry on her legacy." I tell her.

Brenna did her best to keep running, trying to ignore the stitch in her side. It had been with her for at least several miles, and she was aware of her pace slowing, so she focused for a moment and tried to infuse some of her magic into stamina. It didn’t seem to work, and she wasn’t really surprised. She had one main gift, and that was the gift of Sight. Some witches had a multitude of talents, but many were like her, with just one area of expertise.

“Your grandson had spoken greatly of you; this so-called spell better not fail because if it does then you wouldn't like what would happen” A taunting smirk spread on my lips. "Your threats make my stomach churn but I will keep your words in mind" the witch said and pointed at the door. “You may leave” I chuckled a bit and walked to the door. I halted my steps abruptly and turned to her. "I forgot to ask for your name," I said. "It's Matilda,” " Ancient name for a pretty lady like you” I said and I sighted a little blush on her cheeks. “Goodbye”

She said. "Who is this witch? I will command my warrior's to find and kill her." "She has many names,she comes in many faces. They call her Shiandra,mother of vampire's. The witch can never be found. She lives in a hidden place. Only witches and magical creature's can go there and return safely. But humans that go there, never return the same." Carla explained. "I used to have someone work for me with that name." "That is the witch. I have been watching her."

This could be the life or death of their child; he could have a huge advantage against Rock, and he needed to take it. “Maybe we should talk about this another time?” Ronnie suggested, cutting in. I almost forgot she was there. I sighed out in defeat and nodded in agreement. “So, who’s this witch we are summoning?” I asked them. “The Witch of Perception,” Jonathan answered. “Her name is Naomi.” “And Jess thinks she can summon her?” I asked. I’ve heard stories about witches in the past, but that’s all I thought they were. Stories. Nobody in their right mind would think witches were real, but after hearing everything I did about Jess and Jonathan’s bloodline, it almost seemed too silly to not

she said. "The queen," she said, and she went inside even before I responded. I heard that witches like to speak less. I got into the car. "Who is the queen?" I asked. "Witches have royals. And the one who is most powerful of all is , The Queen Witch," he said. "I guess her name is Mora," he said. "Okay, let's try out our luck," I say. We both started for the queen's coven, and it had already gone dark outside.

Honestly I'd spent almost everyday wishing they'd just killed me. I touched my cheek gently, moving over the pink scar below my eye. When Gerwulf had kissed me, he had burned my skin. Because of this people now started to call me 'witch kissed' , saying I was as cursed as him. Truthfully I had begun to believe so. My life had been plagued with bad luck ever since that night, only in the last moments being saved by the grace of the moon goddess and having my life spared.

AGATHA My name is Agatha—without a surname. Some people call me Agatha the Witch of the West, others call me Agatha the Witch, just like that. My friends— not that I have a lot, call me Gathy. Kidding! I hate it. I’m just Agatha. One of the five pure witches of planet Earth. The other four are my sisters—half-sisters to be exact, but with the modifications in our DNA, it’s like we are born from the same parents in the end.

Ariana Sitting by the fire one evening, I couldn't help but bring up the topic that had been gnawing at my curiosity. "Gertrude," I began tentatively, "I've heard whispers among the young witches about how some sorcerers use the name of witches to deceive humans. Is that true?" Gertrude's eyes twinkled with a mix of amusement and understanding. She let out a soft chuckle before responding, "Ah, my dear, it seems you have stumbled upon one of the darker truths of our existence."