Male Witch Name Novels & Stories

His name is Declan and he is the Alpha of the blue moon pack, his mate is Avalon and she is a Dokar witch, both are strong names so it is only befitting that their daughter gets an equally strong one. Alessia.

Well, it wasn’t that surprising, given that this barrier could easily resist the power of Leviathan, a serpent that had been present since the beginning. “What? Do you have a problem with that?” Delores snapped, causing Leviathan to let out a wry chuckle. How could it bustle and hustle with someone like Delores. The woman was the herald of the Malignant Star of Chaos for a reason. If the contractor of the Red Star of Destruction was the bane of all devils, then the Malignant Star of Chaos was a nightmare to all beasts. Her power could easily overcome their aggressive nature, and most of their skills could easily be nullified by her. She was no slouch at all. Due to her unique abilities, she

' By saying this, Artemis closed the mindlink and looked at his mate before speaking. “Sorry. My guards sensed your presence." "Oh!!" "So, where were we? Yes, But I have heard that witches are born with power.” “Well, I’m that witch who doesn’t have their own power. I depend on external sources for my power. And my talismans…” She said, pointing toward her pendant. “...it stores my power.” She added. “See, like there are two types of wolves in werewolves community, pack wolf and rouge wolf.” Artemis nodded his head understanding this example.

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

My name is Genevieve Martin or Genie for short, and I'm what you would refer to as a Witch. Others have been known to call us by other names such as sorceresses, enchantresses, hags, and she-devils - the list goes on and on. Honestly, if I was to list all of them it would never end. But the term "Witch" actually comes from the word "Wicca" meaning Wise One.

The other four are my sisters—half-sisters to be exact, but with the modifications in our DNA, it’s like we are born from the same parents in the end. So, from the youngest to the eldest: I was born last. I’m said to be the strongest one, that’s why the others call me their leader. Not that I like it. But a leader always distinguishes, and I guess that’s the reason. I cover America, both South and North, and live in the United States. Next is Marawuena. She is an Elemental Witch. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. She can control all of them. Her area is Africa and is a nomad.

my aunt taunted. “Martha be nay a silly name. ‘Tis straight from thy bible!” the witch shouted with frustration. Lily wore a broad grin on her face and a sparkle in her semi-opaque eyes as she continued taunting the spirit witch. “Okay, Martha straight from the bible. Why do you hide and not appear like me? No… no… let me answer that one for you. It’s because you really don’t have the power to do it. That’s it, isn’t it, Martha from the bible? You have no real power.”

“You answer the questions, and maybe your death will be quick instead of slow. That is all we are offering.” Elena looked between us, seeing no mercy, no escape. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Her name is Morgana,” she whispered. “Morgana the Black. She is a witch who serves the Council of Alphas.” “What Council?” I demanded. “There is no official Council in this region.”

- As I spoke flecks of everything that had happened in my past and until recently saw in my memory, it was sad to remember and did, at the same time, to know that I had won everything here. The moth is known as witches of the night, and only with that can we remember the past, with women being thrown into the fire for anything suspicious they did, without any support, without anything or anyone who could feel safe, and last but not least the woman who represents the delicacy and subtlety that even if she has gone through turbulent times, she can still be beautiful and delicate as she should be.

She swallows thickly and I feel my wolf’s heart sink a little as he considers his next words carefully. ‘It is tradition amongst witches, to keep their mother’s name. They are a matriarchal people, and the divine gifts that pass from mother to daughter ensures that they are revered by the men they bond with and provides protection for their offspring. It was necessary then, to ensure their survival, that they bond with the strongest men they could. That is why the Llewellyn witches always bonded with Sacred Moon Alphas or occasionally Betas. Our Moon Goddess, and the witch’s Blessed Mother, worked together to ensure the survival of their most powerful and cherished children.’ His explanation