Fantasy Witch Names Novels & Stories

Even her name is annoying. “You did,” she murmured, her eyes on him for a moment too long before moving back to me. “Who are you?” I asked, unable to hold myself back. She grinned, white teeth beneath her red lips. “Ah, he didn't tell you. I wonder why he kept that from you. Anyways, my name is Laraba, as you may have already heard. I am a witch.” Of course she is a witch! I smiled as well, nodding. “He did tell me about you. I just thought you'd look…better,” I grumbled, as though disappointed by her appearance.

"And may I know what your name is, good witch?" "Good witch? Nobody has ever called me that." "You are." She smiled. "Hailey. My name is Hailey."

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

he starts and I remember how the first time I met Zacchary he had called me by that name. "Zelda is her name." I can tell that this is a difficult topic for him by the way his voice wavers as he says her name. "She comes from the bloodline of the original witches from the Coven of Lartsa. They were the most powerful witches in history, but the most powerful of them all was Zelda" I listen carefully and my eyes trail down to Zacs’ clenched fists. "She was so powerful and undefeated and yet she was crazy." Zac finally turns to me and there is a fire in his eyes as he speaks.

“The best way to hurt a witch enough to get rid of them is by summoning them with a fire ritual using her birth-given name.” The hope already dwindling within me returned at her words. “Please tell me you know her name…” That flash of fear surged through her eyes again. And she nodded. “I only know her witch-name, but this is also a clue to her birth name…” “Okay, we can work out a clue,” I said, nodding enthusiastically. “What’s the name?” She sighed heavily. “It’s Atsilak.” I had barely noted down the name in my head when fire suddenly erupted before me.

(The Sorceresses) Founder: Keyalla – (Kay-AL-ah) Maajira (Mah-JEE-rah): Vedila – (Ve-DEE-lah) Keyla – (Kaylah) Breya – (Braya) Ciara – (SEE-arah) Luceya – (Loo-SAY-ah) Allayna – (All-AY-nah) Halina – (Hal-EE-nah) Munira – (Moo-NEE-rah) Keyla’s Mother and Grandmother Adeline Soril – (AD-eline SO-ril) Elmina Dorvan – (Ehl-MY-nah DOHR-van) The Alva’himar – (Alvah-him-AHR) (The Dark Mages) Raamija (Rah-MEE-jah): Sapha – (SAH-fa) Zalikhe – (Zah-LEEK) Acheya – (Ah-KAY-ah)

Graysen drew her closer to him and lightly pecked her cheek. " Shall we go on?" Graysen stared at Ryan, who was smiling at his mate. "Let us introduce ourselves first, Alpha," Medea smirked. "My name is Medea, and I'm a fire witch," she replied, smiling at Fleurie, who smiled back. "I'm Eve, and I control water," she said, receiving a smile in response. "Isis, an ice, wind, and land witch," she said flatly to Fleurie.

"If you can't come up, I can come down." Katrina stares at her. "What?" Katrina smiles, "I used to wonder the kind of wolf that would be the king's mate. Since he hadn't found his mate, we all figured she wasn't going to be from Eldrida. To be honest, there were rumours that he was cursed or destined to be without a mate. But then, I used to think, what would her personality be like? Would she be one of the werewolves that think witches are beneath them? Trust me, there are few of those. So I'm just glad that you happen to be a witch as well, that means we're safe. I didn't ever imagine that you'd be so cool though, you're the perfect mate for the king."

She’d come and leave as she pleased, and they’d be none the wiser. Perhaps, if she were any other witch, she’d be none the wiser too. But she isn’t any other witch. The Silver Witch of the North, also called the Ice Witch due to her love for cold regions, did not get to her position by being like every other witch. She is anything but normal.

Emily blurted out, still staring at the space where the witches had been. The chief witch grinned and gestured for Emily to follow her. Both of them walked out of the large hall to the room where the chief witch received Andrew earlier. "What's your name girl?" The Chief witch asked as Emily took her seat. "Emily, Dr. Emily Winx." The chief witch smirked, "Call me Amelia."