Male Witch Name Novels & Stories

The woman was maybe 5'1" if I'm being generous and had on a long flowy black skirt and a bright top with patterns of swirls and patterns. Long necklaces adorned her neck that glimmered in the light from the patio. Her dark brown eyes shimmered with mischeviousness like a child. "Who the f-" Stephanie started but Bea slapped her own hand over Stephanie's mouth to shut her up. I'm glad because the old woman standing in our presence is a very old and well known witch in our world. Her name is Chloris Magissa. Which roughly translate to Flower Witch. Bringer of life, spring, flowers, and warmth. She is a very powerful witch that may be able to help us with whatever the fuck is going on with my w

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

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.

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

“The best way to hurt a witch enough to get rid of them is by summoning them with a fire ritual using her birth-given name.” The hope already dwindling within me returned at her words. “Please tell me you know her name…” That flash of fear surged through her eyes again. And she nodded. “I only know her witch-name, but this is also a clue to her birth name…” “Okay, we can work out a clue,” I said, nodding enthusiastically. “What’s the name?” She sighed heavily. “It’s Atsilak.” I had barely noted down the name in my head when fire suddenly erupted before me.

Alpha Tam either doesn’t hear them, or decides to ignore them. “Ours is the only pack in all of Altair. The assassins were Werewolves.” The growls intensify until one of the oldest members of the pack speaks up. She’s dressed in a shaggy burlap gown, and her long silver hair is loose around her scrawny face, giving her a wild look. We call her Old Ma. It’s rumored that she used to work as a chambermaid in the palace before the Rebellion. She isn’t one of the clan elders, who are the alpha’s advisors, but she’s one of the most outspoken members. The fight has not gone out of her, despite her age. That’s abundantly clear.

Together, they pushed through the throng of werewolves, vampires, and hybrids until they made it to where a witch was casting spell after spell. "You. Get this off her. Now." The witch—a tall, dark-skinned, and curly-haired woman—opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Maverick. "What?" Cinnia scrutinized the witch from head to toe, trying to find out if she knew her but when she came up with nothing, she put on a bright smile and shouldered Maverick out of the way just as the witch released a bolt of magic right behind her. Cinnia craned her neck to look and saw the smoking body of a vampire on the ground a mere distance from where she stood. "Thanks." She blew out a breath and then contin

“I’m sure that you would tell us anyway, so why don’t you get on with it?” She sneered back at me. “It means that I know every dirty little secret you all have been doing against each other to rise in ranks. For instance, your little sister, Isobel did not die by being mauled by wolves, it was the queen mother of your coven that orchestrated her death and the death of six other witches her age to rise to the rank of being the leader of your coven. The witches who were sacrificed for your so-called queen mother, their names are Sabrina, Dhalia, Maya, Freya, Gretta, and Genna”

she squeaks at the end. A witch? Another fucking witch? “What's the witch’s name?” Rich snarls at her. When she doesn’t immediately answer, Xander extends his claws into her neck, making her yelp. “Maeve. Maeve Cross.” “Did you know?” Rich snarls at her. “Did you know that she could feel it when we were intimate?”