Female Witch Names Novels & Stories

The young witch was quick to hurl out a desperate suggestion in the hopes of dissuading Tilla’s desire to confront her scheming mother at this time. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather change first?” asked Tanneth. This suggestion, barely heard by Tilla, who was in no mood to entertain the meager attempt to detract from the rage that had been instilled within her core. Tilla did not look back at the young witch as she growled, “She has the right to see what she has created, in all of its glory.” These words, saturated with the intent to someday enact revenge upon the people who had wronged her, hanging heavily after Antilla as she processed through the corridor. The fiery locks and the vivid r

"It seems eating too many fruits with the fairies has made your head go blocked that you forgot to make research. I am Alexia, Alpha female of the werewolf territories, ruler of the four werewolf packs." . . . ……

he whispered to Matteo. Without a word, the warriors stepped back as soon as they dropped their weapons to their sides. I took steps forward, my movements casual and graceful. I approached the witch slowly, studying her with a critical eye. She flinched as I drew near, and I had no idea why, but she didn't move away. "What's your name?" I asked softly, hoping to calm the witch's nerves. The witch hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "My name is Lilith."

The little angel corrected with a cute pointed look as Esmeray's words had somehow offended her. ”My apologies little witch. Do you mind telling me your name?” Gosh! The girl was too lovely for her own good with those two little piggy tails and the cute glare she was throwing Esmeray. “I can’t tell you my name. My mama said that if someone wants to know a witch’s name they have to be worthy enough.” The little girl said with a heavy sad sigh and an adorable grumble that had Esmeray's lips twitching. Holding her hand up to her lips Esmeray whispered as if it was a big secret. ”My name is Esmeray and I’m a witch too. A wickedly strong one from the House of Untouchables.” She winked playfully.

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."

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Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and are excellent trackers; that coupled with Council’s resources means we have zero chances of remaining hidden for too long. As we headed toward the kitchen tent, my gut twisted with a knot of fear as Tabah went on rambling, oblivious to my thoughts. I was only half-paying attention to what he was saying, something about his sister also being back. Sarah, his sister, had always been a rebel. The last I heard about her, she had gone off to discover Altair and other magical kingdoms on her own. She isn’t employed by either the pack or the Council. It has always been a mystery to me as to how she manages to fund her travels.

So as the woman stared at me again to be sure I was prepared for whatever it is she was about to say, I nodded my head in affirmation adjusting in my seat. "Firstly, as inquisitive as you are...you didn't even ask for my name." She said and i mentally scolded myself. I should never have missed that. "Ouch, my forgetfulness. Please what's your—" I was asking before she cut me off abruptly. "There's no need of asking anymore, I'm just about saying it. My name is Kira..last known witch of the spirits circle." She began but when she said last known witch, it made me wonder if other witches were all dead and gone.

“You never told me your name.” The witch slowed just slightly. Her eyes slid toward Freya, pale, shimmering, and ageless. There was something like grief in them. Something buried beneath centuries of silence. “My name was buried when Skyrana fell,” she said after a long pause. “I only just remembered it.” Freya waited. “Nyra,” the witch said at last. “That was the name she gave me. And names,” she added, voice turning flint-edged, “carry weight. Echoes. Power. You don’t speak them unless you’re prepared to carry what follows.”

“Hmm, Morgana. I should have known.” “Morgana? Her name is Victoria.” I say and Gisele smiles kindly at me. “No, Joshua. Her given name is Morgana. But, just like all immortals, she has changed her name numerous times to blend into the mortal world. Not to mention, names have power. Knowing a witches true name, gives you power other don’t. I am her crone, the crone of crones. I know everyone’s true name because I am the one to keep them in line.”