Female Witch Names Novels & Stories

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

That was mad deadly indeed. “Did you hear about the Female Alpha that created a bridge between witches and werewolves? What kind of witch she is?” She stopped to think until she turned to me and went back to her business. “A different kind of power, an elemental ice witch. Direct descendants of the Mother of witches, they are the higher rank in witch ministry. Let’s not talk about them.” She dismissed the topic before I could ask for more. “Why are you here, aren’t you supposed to be in Trigonia?”

She understood that, but it didn’t have her eager to line up to meet the broadside of an angry Highlander’s sword. The darkness seemed to be growing, and it had a malevolent tinge to it. She shivered as she wondered if it were her imagination, or if there was witchcraft involved in the darkening fog. She wasn’t the only witch Walstone kept as a prisoner, but she didn’t think they had caught up with her yet.

This scent was not good. My violet eyes snap to the side only to see a figure appearing. A woman, a witch, a dark witch. "Who are you?" I tilt my head to the side to study her. Dark lacy clothes, covering nothing showing her private parts. Brown dark curls falling around her shoulders, red lips tinted her smirking mouth. Nasty. She elegantly walks over to me, Cylester stiffens on my shoulders, his nails sharp and jutted out ready to attack anyone who wishes me harm. "I am Wuna, a witch from Mericel coven." She says.

How could the mysterious woman easily cut down the soul magic that was known as the mother of all magic? However, after thinking for a moment, Rikka finally realized who the woman really was. “No way. Could it be that you...” The woman pointed her sword at Rikka again. “How unfortunate that you forgot who your senior is. Alright, I’ll tell you again. My name is Antilles Samarchia, a member of the Vitania Frontline Witches Brigade, Main Division, 10th rank.” "What? Antilles Samarchia? 10th rank?”

Then, Damion enters the room. “Did you find anything?” says Adeline before anyone else could say anything. “Yes and no.” He narrates what his grandmother told him about the Junta and the original witch. “So, the Junta is useless now,” says Tyrus “what is this original witch called? I mean her descendants?” “It has to be a female witch of the Serafina lineage.” “What?!” Lilia exclaims. “What happened? Do you know someone with that name?” Asks Damion. “Of course I do and you too. We all know her.” “Who?” “Tasha!”

"Good… What is a witch, then?" "The witches are niché beings, amongst the humans, also known as the wives of Asmodeus — The divine beast of Luxuria. Divine beasts and goddesses can make contracts irrelevant to their capacity. But among all the fifteen divine beasts, only Asmodeus was given the right to contract with a large number of humans."

“You run well, little wolf. Just like your mother.” The words hit me like a blow. “Who are you?” I demanded, my voice cracking. A smile curved her lips, cold and knowing. “Names mean little. But if you must call me something…” She tilted her head. “Some know me as the Flame Priestess.” The title sent a shiver through me. I had heard that name once—whispered in hushed stories, mentioned by old pack warriors who’d fought in border wars. A witch who burned entire covens to ash.

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Melissa nodded and the woman began. "Okay, I already told you earlier, my name is Diane Whitmore, a human witch. I was born in Minnesota, in the United States. I believe your wolf realm bleeds into the country. If not the continent." She smiled. "I married there before I even knew I was a witch and gave birth to twins. A daughter and a son," when she said the word son, Melissa noticed her face went sad.