Female Witch Names Novels & Stories

"And how did I get here? There were these men in shadows. They took me after... after what happened at the square." The old woman sat down on a stool near the small fire. She watched me closely. "My name is Elara. I am a witch, like you. The shadow warriors brought you to this sanctuary deep in the mountains. It is protected. No one from the werewolf kingdom can find it easily." I took a small sip of the drink. It tasted better than it smelled and the pain in my back eased a little. "The execution. The fire. I had wings. Big ones. Did that really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

Felix said smiling at her. “No one has called me that in years Alpha.” She said a small smile appearing on her lips. Helga the great? Why did that name sound so familiar. “That name does sound familiar.” I said to myself. “I believe we learned about her in social studies, she killed 20 witches and hundreds of wolves with nothing but her hands.” I remembered now, making me shudder at the story. I remember our teacher telling us this woman was so strong. she had been blessed from the moon goddess with strength allowing her to become one of the top members in the elite squad for king Orrick.

Also her power of speech indicated well about her upfront attitude. She was clever with her words since the start. "Are you a w-witch, lady?" Slowing the speed of the carriage a little, the man focused on the lone mysterious passenger sitting on his carriage. His mind revolved solely around her now, as practicing such a witchcraft makes her obviously a witch! "What if I say I am?" Princess Rosemary uttered without any hint of surprise while soon her eyes being drawn on the carriage boy's vehicle briefly. "Gabrio is your name right?"

Every path he had followed ended in the same direction: the witch. Her name was never spoken the same way twice. To some, she was Mavira, the Whisper in the Marsh. To others, she was Elda, the Keeper of Knives. But every tale agreed she dealt in one thing — breaking bonds. Whether they were oaths, curses, marriages, or even the sacred mark between mates, she could unravel the ties that bound one soul to another. For a price. Benjamin traced his finger over the inked symbols, lips curling into a thin smile.

Deep within the boundaries that lay between the supernatural earth and the underworld, in a place where no mortal has ever visited, there lived a witch named Susan. Susan has lived in the boundaries for many centuries, and she is a creature known by many names; Susannah, the wicked one, the most powerful immortal, the all-seeing eye, but by popular demand (because of the numerous destructions shes caused), many know her as the last witch. ********** Sisters of the Virani, and all my deceased kin,

"You are not betraying her by mentioning her Familia. It is just- I have thought for quite a well and cannot just seem to know where to push her in. It is like she is a whole different being." "Because she is," Achilles replied, his face still blank. "Could you explain that?" The male sighed, looking away as he gripped the rails of the balcony tighter. "She is not someone you want to mess with" "So the rumours about her are true? That she IS a pharmakis?" Witches were said to be descendants of the three Furies who were known to be evil, had powers beyond humanly possible and only caused chaos wherever they went. If anyone was suspected to be a witch, they were avoided like the plague.

'Cerpa' was the outer shell (our bodies) that protected our Raka and 'Raka' was a word that described both the energy and soul of our being. "Yes, I consent," Courtney responded. The humming resumed and Courtney opened her hand for the needle to do its work and get a drop of her blood into the silver cup. The flames roared once more and this process repeated from Witch to Witch in their ranking of importance. 3) Chicha Chanthara 4) Emilia Von Hessen 5) Sharon Karl 6) Owami Maikori 7) Ruby George 8) Natalie Rosenberg 9) Sophia Lightfoot 10) Ziyah Farran

*** “Shit…” Philip swore, quickly moving towards the three as Agyemang headed inside. He hoped he would be able to keep his sister from going ballistic on the witch until they were able to get some useful information from her at least. “How about telling us who this bitch and her people are.” Deloris folded her arms across her chest. “What’s your name?” “Amber.” The witch sighed. “They are warlocks from the Wyatt Clan.” She said without further prompting. “Their bitch of a leader is called Mary.”

I growl out and I can feel my beast is on the surface. “Alpha Fenrir, please, we can resolve this. What has he done?” Adina looks at me and I turn my attention to her. “Tell him what you are!” I growl out and she looks at Darius as he looks at her, confused. “Please Fen, don’t do this.” Xena tries to plead and I growl at her, forcing her to look away. “I am Adina, the grand high white witch, sister of Xena the grand high dark witch.” I smirk at her as I turn my attention to Darius and he sighs, looking away from her as Gina is brought in.

Arianna's voice trailed off, though the witch chuckled, "...so enlighten me." "You're the incarnation of moon goddess, Inári, the goddess of wolves, light, death and sorcery," the witch spoke as Arianna's heart beat fast. The witch arched a brow while taking a quick step toward her, "What makes you so fascinating, is the triple aspect you are," when she paused, Arianna could feel the presence of her mate moving closer, causing the Fletcher witch to side glance away from Arianna a moment before bringing her gaze back. An incarnation? Really! Thought Arianna to herself.