Names Meaning Witch Novels & Stories

She is our anchor, our strength, and our weakness rolled into one. He nodded at me and continued reading one of the files in front of him. “Uhm, Nate?” He raised his head to meet my gaze, “Hmm.” he acknowledged. “What do you know about wisps?” I asked reluctantly. He put the pen down on the table and relaxed his back on the chair. “I know that witches use them to confuse and distract enemies. But…….” he sighed. “It can also be associated with bad omen or death,” he continued.

When we get back to where the cars and trucks are, my dad tells us kids to hop into the SUV so we can all talk while on the road. When we all got back in the car, we just sat there in silence for a few minutes. Alice, who is the witch wolf hybrid sighed and said, “OK, so I guess it's up to us to come up with the name of our new pack.”. I looked at her and sighed heavily and said, “I guess so, any ideas?”. Matt looked at me and said, “Don’t look at me, I’ve never been good at names.”. I looked at him, shook my head and said, “You better hope your mate is good at names otherwise your kids are screwed lol.”. Matt glares at me when I say mate, blushes, then shyly says, “Or Kits.”.

The baby was fourteen days old and according to their tradition, the child had to be named and announced as the next Alpha or Luna depending on the sex of the child. Everyone was already anxious to see how the baby would turn out. Would she become a wolf or would she become a witch? But somehow, they had reached an agreement to call a truce for the period of the child's naming. Keisha remembered the silence in the hall as Eloisa, the child's mother named her Amary, after her ancestors who had protected them in the past. The guests were not many, Regal pack was not a very large one. For the ceremony, Alpha Aiden only wanted a few wolves and leaders from the witches coven to attend. The others

"Wizards are rare, and hardly survive. In fact, it is rare for a witch to give birth to a male as the recuperation for that is dire. Wizards are considered bad luck and bad omen." I swallowed at that. That was... weird. "And why is that?" "I am still studying that," she answered, avoiding my eyes. "But Umma can provide you a detailed answer on that." Lies. She was lying. But why? "I see..." I trailed off. "What is... what is her name?" I asked quietly, as though afraid someone may hear me asking about my mother's name and curse me. Lisa smiled brightly. "Samuari. Samuari Diallo Moussa."

She wouldn’t be helping me like this if she didn’t; she could have refused to even let me in on the King / Cirillo secrets, but here she is. “So, traditionally, Alphas in your family always get paired with witches?” I ask, turning the page of the grimoire she handed me. “Why is that?” She walks around the table and gently picks up the book I was paging through, then she turns it to the specific page and puts it down in front of me again. “True Alpha blood combined with that of a witch can produce powerful heirs.” “But why do you keep your maiden name when you become a Luna?”

I said proudly. Mother gave me a look. “Alpha Nate? How thoughtful,” she said causing me to look at her in surprise. “How do you know that the Alpha name is Nathan- I mean many people know that his name is Nate but still…” “I've lived in so many packs, hiding my identity and scent. It's no wonder that I know that the Alpha's name is Nate.” I felt a bit odd regarding what her answer was but I had no choice than to take it as it came. What more, Nora had more experience than me as a witch. It shouldn't be a wonder to me that she can do more than I can.

“I’m Ava - Ava Sinclair Harper. Witch, seer, whatever it’s called in your time, and an alpha. The last transitional alpha. At least, I was… before you were born.” “Ava Sinclair Harper…” I muttered, my face tightening into a frown. The name felt oddly familiar, though I couldn’t recall where I had heard it. Still, it struck me as something I should know. “Careful now,” she said with a cheeky grin. “Say it too often, and you might conjure something.” “You’re kidding,” I replied, but she shook her head. “I wouldn’t joke about something that serious,” she said firmly. “In my time, my name was spoken only in chants, used to strengthen spells. No one dared say the full name outside those rituals.

Ariana Sitting by the fire one evening, I couldn't help but bring up the topic that had been gnawing at my curiosity. "Gertrude," I began tentatively, "I've heard whispers among the young witches about how some sorcerers use the name of witches to deceive humans. Is that true?" Gertrude's eyes twinkled with a mix of amusement and understanding. She let out a soft chuckle before responding, "Ah, my dear, it seems you have stumbled upon one of the darker truths of our existence."

Rune. The Alpha who had built an empire with his strength and cunning, guarded fiercely by magic and walls so thick with enchantments that it was nearly impenetrable. But not for them. The silver-haired witch, her pale locks glistening in the moonlight, glanced sideways at her companion. Her name was Eirlys, a name that echoed through centuries of witch history, known for her wisdom and mastery over healing magic. Her skin was as pale as her hair, and her ice-blue eyes shimmered with an ancient, otherworldly knowledge.

I ask her. "Her middle name was Caterine. Why do you ask?" She asks me. "I would like to name our daughter after her if it is alright with Dante. She was one of the few witches to ever care about the werewolves and she was even a part of this pack in a way. I would like to name my daughter after her to carry on her legacy." I tell her.