Male Witch Name Novels & Stories

And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master. Euphemia, the Witch of Vanity. She rose from the land of the Soil governed by the God of Humility. Helga, hailed as the Witch of Treachery was a native of the land of Thunder, dominated by the God of Pledge. Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity.

The only thing they do is spread their legs when there mate wants sex and cook food for their pack. I know you must be wondering if females are been hated and dislike how did I managed to be the alpha of a back, the second strongest in the whole werewolf community. Simple, just two words. Dark magic. And know I didn't use magic on my pack members to wipe off their memory like it an horror action movies ,nope I used my dark magic which was bestowed to me not by the moon goddess for good surprising because that are job but by the witches. There are called the dark witches. I used dark magic the night the rogues attacked my pack and turned them all good.

She slowly reached for her mask with her right hand. “I am what people call the Witch of Hell, the Harbinger of Darkness but people know me by a more famous name.” The woman took off her mask and unveiled her face that was hidden. “My name is Roosevelt Scarlett, the Scarlett Witch. And your great ancestor.” The woman said once she took her mask off.

I asked Daciana confused. “Oh, fuck not her again!” Daciana cursed as a new voice entered my head. “Stupid fucken wolf why would you lock me up, now his life’s in danger and I could’ve prevented this.” The woman scolded her. “Who are you?” I asked, confused that I was hearing yet another voice in my head. “I’m your witch spirit. Just like your wolf, spirit, you also have a witch spirit, your mother should have told you. My name is Zemira.”

There was melancholy in her voice, and somehow I knew this story was very personal to her. “Please continue”, I said encouragingly, for the first time curious about this. “The Elder witch was extremely powerful. And extremely kind. Her name was Maryam and she was a witch of a pure heart. Always helped whomever needed help, healed friend and foe, and spread the magic through the region. She fortified knowledge, medicine and gave both our kind and the humans tools and abilities to prosper”, she continued. “But she was alone.. Living for centuries in the Alp mountains, the long years of her life have not touched her beauty. Only increased her wisdom.. Solomon was so very proud of her, and would

But I have never met her or her mother when I was young. “What kind of witch is she?” “Her mother was an earth wish. The kiss is a curse. Her family was cursed by the council. All women in their family are born with that curse.” “That’s a rather boring curse. Sleep.” “The original name is busu la kifo, the kiss of death. The opposite of the kiss of life you made with that wolf. The curse was changed but couldn’t be broken. It’s a family secret. How did you learn of it?”

How could the mysterious woman easily cut down the soul magic that was known as the mother of all magic? However, after thinking for a moment, Rikka finally realized who the woman really was. “No way. Could it be that you...” The woman pointed her sword at Rikka again. “How unfortunate that you forgot who your senior is. Alright, I’ll tell you again. My name is Antilles Samarchia, a member of the Vitania Frontline Witches Brigade, Main Division, 10th rank.” "What? Antilles Samarchia? 10th rank?”

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

The Witch of the sun, The Moon Goddess, The Icy Witch, The Cinnamon Witch, The Witch Queen, The Sugar Witch, The Witch of Doom… She saw something now. She went a few books back and found the book that clearly said The Cinnamon Witch. “I found it!”

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?”