Novel & Cerita Female Witch Names

"Please don't." "By the way, I noticed that you have a number of other witch friends whose names also end with '-sviel'. Rubisveil, Gretasviel, Irisviel, and Serrasviel. You mentioned those other names when you send messages using those talking birds that can mimic your voice. Is that a common witch trend?" Aleister asked to change the subject. "Well, '- sviel' is derived from Sybil, the strongest witch to ever exist. Outstanding powerful witches who reached even 75% of her talent and achievements may choose to add the -sviel to their name."

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.

*“A line of Alphas in the far north, once proud, decimated by a witch’s bargain gone sour…” My pulse stuttered. I read more closely. “…she called herself many names. Morrigan in the tongue of crows, Elyra among the human covens, Blood‑Hand to those who had seen her work. She offered strength where there was weakness, victory where there was loss, heirs where there was barrenness. Always for a price.” Elyra. The name settled over my tongue like ash. My thumb smudged the edge of the page. “Blood‑Hand,” I muttered. “Charming.”

"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.

The likeness between this old lady and my mate was uncanny. "I will take her to you. But please understand that she has not spoken much of her past." I warned her. "Ethel, my name is Ethel Swinsore, the last surviving witch of Brookhaven." she held her hand to me and hesitated before taking it. Witch. But Victoria was not a witch; she was a wolf. My luna. "She is a wolf witch; she has special hidden powers. When she was a newborn baby, a rare spell was placed upon her to seal her true identity.

“I’m not a werewolf.” I swallowed. My hands moved instinctively to the necklace around my neck, my fingers closing around the locket. “Then what are you? It’s weird enough you’re so close to the Dark Valley pack.” The woman’s gaze dropped to my hand, to the locket between my fingers, and something flickered in her eyes. Recognition, maybe. Or surprise. But it was gone before I could look twice or name it. “I’m a witch. An old one, as you can see,” she said simply. “My name is Hilda Darkwaters. And you, Kayla Jefferson, are very far from home.”

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

Kirei’s brow creased as she tried to absorb this information. “No, not really, it was just when I looked up their names they were women who were quite known. There was the Dark Witch who came from the Westershire coven, The Enchantress of the elven forest, there was also the Holy Maiden, and The Sorceress of the twin tower of Gulas to name a few.” Those were the names that she could not forget as they were all well-known magic users even in the east. “But those names were quite renowned, my lady,” Kirei was now breathing harder than normal.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

Cillian introduces me with pride. “The Alpha King’s daughter. Finally.” Judging by the way she is staring at my belly area, I’m guessing this is the wolf-witch that Cillian mind-linked for the protection spell. I smile at her when our eyes meet, nodding my head when I sensed that she wants to know if I’m truly pregnant. “Kayleigh, this is the infamous sisterhood of wolf-witches. Meet Nancy, Shelby, Sandra, Sharry, Kathleen, Trisha, Cerys, Kim, and Trixie.” Cillian points to the group of ladies.