Names Meaning Witch Novels & Stories

“Why ‘Hekate’? Why did you choose that as your codename?” Yuri sighed. “Why indeed?” she muttered, drawing circles in the sand by her right foot. “Hekate is the Greek Goddess of the Night. Thus, she is known as the Goddess of Witchcraft or the Goddess of Vengeance. That’s why I choose ‘Hekate’ as my codename.” Yuri sighed, tilting her head backwards to see the moon in the sky.

The woman said and Phoenix eyed her skeptically. " Who are you? " She demanded. " My name is Narcissa and I am a witch " Hearing that, Phoenix stepped back, a bit scared. The woman chuckled. " Don't be scared Phoenix, I am a good witch " Narcissa assured but Phoenix wasn't taking any chances. " Is there anything like a good witch? " " Everything has two sides, Phoenix. The good and the bad " " Fine then, what do you want from me and why did you pretend to be an old lady in distress " Phoenix queried.

I ogled at their faces while I questioned them. Melvin raised his head to caution me when Jackson interrupted. "Fine! You are right, we are Witches". He confirmed it, even though I already knew. "Wow! Do you have a leader?". I continued asking questions. "A leader?". Jackson laughed, "We don't need a leader, please". He continued and then laughed again. As Witches and wizards, it is dangerous not to have someone that leads, and most witch hurdles always end up getting spotted by the system, and they eliminate everyone in it..

I laugh, she turns to me and frowns. "She was mentioning your name in her dreams, begging you not to hurt her. I mean your real name, Alpha Lugard. She woke up spooked, with sweat all over her body. Do you know what that means?" "It means as much as the moon goddess is helping me, she's helping her as well," I whisper then lean into my chair, processing what I have just heard. I guess that's why the witch warned me to change my name. Everything is topsy-turvy, I need to do this quickly and get married to her.

*“A line of Alphas in the far north, once proud, decimated by a witch’s bargain gone sour…” My pulse stuttered. I read more closely. “…she called herself many names. Morrigan in the tongue of crows, Elyra among the human covens, Blood‑Hand to those who had seen her work. She offered strength where there was weakness, victory where there was loss, heirs where there was barrenness. Always for a price.” Elyra. The name settled over my tongue like ash. My thumb smudged the edge of the page. “Blood‑Hand,” I muttered. “Charming.”

"Witch." Chloe narrowed her eyes. In the Kingdom of Demetrius, calling someone a witch is like saying that they belong to the Kingdom of Illinor - Demetrius' archenemy. It is the worst name-calling you can ever give a Kryst, much more a Demetri. Plus the fact that this girl was stepping on her new book.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

"It's not a trick. We witches are connected to nature, and all we have to do is listen a little, and we can..." She stopped talking when the animal's red eyes ordered her to be quiet. _How did you get in here, witch?_ "Through the door, Venerable Ma..." _It's Mister Wolf, witch!_ "Par...pardon?" _It's Mister Wolf. That's what Mate calls us, and that's the name Mate chose for us. I like that name._ The high priestess remained silent for a few moments. The all-powerful spirit before her, the feared and fearsome Alpha Black wanted to be called "Mr. Wolf" in his animal form? She crossed one leg over the other and smiled slightly as she saw Bianca asleep.

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

I shrugged, “But wait; I forgot to ask her name.” “She wouldn’t have told you,” he said, “For witches names have power; she would never tell someone her name because it would mean having power over her.” He continued, “All she or any other witch needs to perform a spell on you is your name.” “Then should I be worried that she knows my name?” “You would be a fool not to be,” was his only reply.