Names Meaning Witch Novels & Stories

“It’s not a name I chose. It was given to me. By Korvax. Korvax was named because of the dark color of his wolf. It reminded the goddess of a raven’s feathers. A raven … Corvus Corax … Korvax. So he named me ‘The Raven’s Witch’.” The name hit the room like a stone dropped into still water. I felt the cold ripples move through me. “He didn’t name me Raven Witch but The Raven’s Witch,” she continued, her voice dropping. “He claimed me like you would claim a pet. A tool. Something you own. I was young when he found me. Powerful, yes, but still young. And Korvax is very skilled at finding young, powerful things and bending them to his will.” She turned toward the shattered window, the night air

Emily blurted out, still staring at the space where the witches had been. The chief witch grinned and gestured for Emily to follow her. Both of them walked out of the large hall to the room where the chief witch received Andrew earlier. "What's your name girl?" The Chief witch asked as Emily took her seat. "Emily, Dr. Emily Winx." The chief witch smirked, "Call me Amelia."

Delsanra had told her about Raihana’s link to Endora, and Raihana had told her about her dreams and the spells. Delsanra had just asked her if she knew why Raihana couldn’t shift properly, and even my curiosity was piqued at this. "It’s simple, she is neither in touch with her wolf nor her given name." Janaina said. "Given name?" Raihana asked. "Yes, witches don’t choose names, we have given names. At birth a spell is performed to contact our goddess and she gives her daughters a name, unique to them. Once you have your given name, I do believe it will help towards your shifting." She said curtly.

But as expected with the mask in the way, she couldn't read the change in his face and feared that her words had gotten a large amount of displeasure to him. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm a sorcerer but a different kind from the one who would want to use you as a sacrifice. Also, don't call me mister. Call me master Mike from now on." Mikee softly ordered to which the girl responded by calling his name in a whisper . "Master Mike…" Her heart had gotten more secure with Mike's confirmation that he wouldn't use her as a sacrifice. In her eyes, he was a rather kind person who healed her from her wound. Although his masquerade mask was very out of place, at the least he wasn't an evil

This can't be happening! Just as I was about to give up, Mum spoke again. “Though there's one witch who many believe knows more spells than any other witch alive. Supposedly, this witch got obsessed with spells.” “Oh, where does this witch live?” I asked excitedly. “What is her name? Don't tell me she lives far away from here.” I couldn't help myself from being excited. This bracelet felt like a personal prison built for me and that always sent shivers down my spine.

This could be the life or death of their child; he could have a huge advantage against Rock, and he needed to take it. “Maybe we should talk about this another time?” Ronnie suggested, cutting in. I almost forgot she was there. I sighed out in defeat and nodded in agreement. “So, who’s this witch we are summoning?” I asked them. “The Witch of Perception,” Jonathan answered. “Her name is Naomi.” “And Jess thinks she can summon her?” I asked. I’ve heard stories about witches in the past, but that’s all I thought they were. Stories. Nobody in their right mind would think witches were real, but after hearing everything I did about Jess and Jonathan’s bloodline, it almost seemed too silly to not

The little angel corrected with a cute pointed look as Esmeray's words had somehow offended her. ”My apologies little witch. Do you mind telling me your name?” Gosh! The girl was too lovely for her own good with those two little piggy tails and the cute glare she was throwing Esmeray. “I can’t tell you my name. My mama said that if someone wants to know a witch’s name they have to be worthy enough.” The little girl said with a heavy sad sigh and an adorable grumble that had Esmeray's lips twitching. Holding her hand up to her lips Esmeray whispered as if it was a big secret. ”My name is Esmeray and I’m a witch too. A wickedly strong one from the House of Untouchables.” She winked playfully.

She had no one to call her by it. "Then since I can't call you 'Hey' or 'little girl' every day, how about I give you a name?" The girl hesitated for a moment before simply shrugging, "Do as you wish." "Let me see. Since you will become a witch. What about calling you… Medea? That old snake always tells me that it was the name of a very powerful witch that did not exist in this world." That day, a witch was born. The witch of the East. The one governing over Time. Medea East Asmodeus was born.

Cassie concluded and raised a brow in surprise. "Are you sure no one saw you kidnap her?" I asked, walking closer to the witch and Cassie nodded. When I got close to the witch, I asked, "What's her name?" "Kara Lewis. A nice name for a beautiful witch. Did you notice witches tend to have beautiful names?" Cassie asked and I chuckled. "And the names of vampires always sound so cliché." I added and heard her chuckle lightly. I squatted before Kara and held up her bloody face with my hand. I forced her eyelids open with my second hand.

“I wonder why people called you witch. But that name does suit you.” Agnes tried to hide the pain of that memory. “I don’t want that name attached to me. People think they can label a person by a name. They forgot the feeling of that person who they called bad names. Every time someone called me witch, It reminded me of Lea as the most pretty, most love, and I---will I was the opposite.” She tried to hold her tears, but the pent-up emotion she had been suppressing came out. “I want to be a princess too. Why can’t there be two princesses? Why does it need to have a witch?”