Novel & Cerita Names Meaning Witch

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.

"And may I know what your name is, good witch?" "Good witch? Nobody has ever called me that." "You are." She smiled. "Hailey. My name is Hailey."

"If you can't come up, I can come down." Katrina stares at her. "What?" Katrina smiles, "I used to wonder the kind of wolf that would be the king's mate. Since he hadn't found his mate, we all figured she wasn't going to be from Eldrida. To be honest, there were rumours that he was cursed or destined to be without a mate. But then, I used to think, what would her personality be like? Would she be one of the werewolves that think witches are beneath them? Trust me, there are few of those. So I'm just glad that you happen to be a witch as well, that means we're safe. I didn't ever imagine that you'd be so cool though, you're the perfect mate for the king."

She said. "Who is this witch? I will command my warrior's to find and kill her." "She has many names,she comes in many faces. They call her Shiandra,mother of vampire's. The witch can never be found. She lives in a hidden place. Only witches and magical creature's can go there and return safely. But humans that go there, never return the same." Carla explained. "I used to have someone work for me with that name." "That is the witch. I have been watching her."

"She chose this. Chose me. Chose power over the weakness you represent." The wolf's lips moved, forming her mortal name one more time. "Evangeline." And this time.... this time.... I was certain I saw her hand twitch. Just slightly. Just enough to make my blood turn to ice. "That name means nothing to me," she said, but was there a tremor in her voice? A crack in the perfect coldness I'd created? I tightened my grip on both mortals, lifting them higher, squeezing harder. The witch's light flickered one last time, then went out completely. The wolf's struggles grew weaker.

“You never told me your name.” The witch slowed just slightly. Her eyes slid toward Freya, pale, shimmering, and ageless. There was something like grief in them. Something buried beneath centuries of silence. “My name was buried when Skyrana fell,” she said after a long pause. “I only just remembered it.” Freya waited. “Nyra,” the witch said at last. “That was the name she gave me. And names,” she added, voice turning flint-edged, “carry weight. Echoes. Power. You don’t speak them unless you’re prepared to carry what follows.”

(And call me Alesteria, not witch. Parie cocked her head to the side, her brows furrowed, her expression indicating that she understood what she meant by giving her name to her. "Is it because you are not the witch anymore?" Alesteria hummed as she nodded. "Yesh, and bwecwause that is my givwen name." (Yes, and because that is my given name.) Parie instantly smiled widely at Alesteria's words and her glow became brighter. This meant that she is ecstatic that she has been given permission to call the witch by her new given name.

she said. "The queen," she said, and she went inside even before I responded. I heard that witches like to speak less. I got into the car. "Who is the queen?" I asked. "Witches have royals. And the one who is most powerful of all is , The Queen Witch," he said. "I guess her name is Mora," he said. "Okay, let's try out our luck," I say. We both started for the queen's coven, and it had already gone dark outside.

Was it because he’d long forgotten it? “Aria,” I swallowed the hurt. “My name is Aria, Alpha.” “Aria,” he said the name with distaste, then mumbled something about how he could have never remembered such an insignificant name, I forced myself to believe I heard wrong. “I believe you know the punishment for witches in this part of our world.” My limps went weak,” Witches?” I was a wolf, not a witch. I would have never dared to live in a pack of weres if I was one. I knew how deep their feud ran until it became pure hatred.

The warriors stay where they are, tense but obedient. The witch pales as she takes another small step closer, her white hair shimmering in the sunlight. Nova walks until she is in front of the witch. Even in her wolf form, she’s eye-level with the woman, and I can see the fear in the witch’s eyes. “Th-thank y-you, Alpha.” the witch stammers. Her voice is high-pitched, almost painful to hear, but Nova inclines her head slightly in acknowledgment. “Our goddess-Hecate - her law is that a witch must always repay a favour. Should you ever need anything, call on me. My name is Aurora Vex.”