Female Witch Names Novels & Stories

She embodied power itself. By the fourth week, packs were starting to choose sides. Some sought alliances with her while others wished for her death. Fear spreaded like wildfire because power like hers does not yield to Alphas or respect hierarchy. It disregards tradition altogether. By the eighth week, her name was on everyone's lips from the coast to the mountains: The White Witch, the wolf who drains souls and commands death itself. Some believed it was Numenessa; others disagreed.

She weirdly believed that my existence had to do with some stupid prophecy that had been told from centuries to centuries. "Hera, this is not why I called you here." Hera frowned at my blatant dismissal of her statement. "You will understand my concern, soon enough." "Tell me what you saw." I said, ignoring her statement. Hera stayed quiet for a while and I was starting to think she didn't see anything about Bellatrix just like before until she spoke. "She is a witch, just like I am... But much more powerful and of the fae lineage.. She is the one true descendant of the Red fox witch."

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

I say defiantly. “My name?” The witch looks at me curiously. “You may call me Anila.” “But that is not your name,” I say knowing that a witch would never give away her true name so easily. “Like I said,” she says with a hint of irritation. “You can call me Anila. Please follow me.”

Her red hair almost looked like it was on fire. After the woman toke Tala, we were directed to the underground dungeon in the academy. We tried to fight but the woman turned out to be an elemental witch. A very powerful one. She managed to bind the four of us with just a flip of her staff. And now we were here, in this God-forsaken cage. I did not even know what happened to Tala. I needed to know if she was okay or if something bad had happened to my girl.

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.

I was already clad in my grey boxer briefs, hiding myself from the eyes of the obsessed woman. 'Oh you never visualised a witch like me being mated to Alpha Ryker. ' Her voice was unusually calm for an enraged woman. Like they say about the calm before the storm, this was that time. 'He will be mine! ' She screamed again, puffing out her chest.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?