Novel & Cerita Names Meaning Witch

I asked with an empathic low voice. "When I arrived at Dotham, I knew that Magaritha will come for me, sooner or later therefore, I had to do something to protect myself. Magaritha was desperate for power. Her obsession to rule and control the Witch world was something none of us could contain, that was why we all fled in different directions and again, that's the reason I changed my name from Kita to Deborah. Yes, my original name was Kita but, I had to change it to Deborah. I believe that someday, Magaritha will track me down that is because, the name, Deborah has become very popular. People refer to me as one of the greatest Witches of all time. I believe that will not go well with Magari

After all, the fairy said they were expecting Mikki and that the Queen could feel it when she was needed. “Are you… the Silver Witch?” Mikki felt ridiculous asking that kind of question, but that was the only thing that came to her mind. The woman smiled warmly at her and took a few steps down. “I’ve been called many names before, like Silver Witch, Moon Goddess, and so on. My real name is Calli, and I must say I’m delighted that you came to visit so soon. I’m afraid it’s not for a good cause though, correct?” Mikki felt her tongue wanting to just spit out all the questions she had for the witch, but somehow, she felt like the woman already knew everything she was going to ask anyway.

I whispered, “By blood I bind, by blood I claim, by blood I awaken.” The eldest witch tilted her head. “What name do you call into this spell? Whom do you seek to claim?” My lips parted and I let the words pour like smoke. “Manny Rex, Alpha of this pack, heir of power, father of line. His will entwines with mine, his strength bends to me, his heart surrenders to me.” The humming grew louder, almost like a song now. The witches swayed as one, their robes shifting, their hands lifted.

To Varca, she looked like Medusa. "Pegasus...what a nice name..." Varca says, "I want to have a name like yours by my side, Pegasus. Come, join me." He offers her, to which she smirks and replies, "I'd rather write my name in heaven than use my spells for you, Varca." (A/n: You all know witches are from hell, right?)

The witch looked up at Mia, as Mia nodded, her face with a smirk and the the witch finally to ld Mia her name, "And my name is Ayena".

So I went ahead to type ‘theban alphabet’ in the search bar. ‘The Theban alphabet, also known as the witches' alphabet, is a writing system, specifically a substitution cipher of the Latin script, that was used by early modern occultists and is popular in the Wicca movement.’ Okay, that much I knew about. What I wanted to know was, what connection does a witch have with werewolves? After thinking for a while, I typed in ‘types of witches’ in the search bar. A bunch of articles came up but it wasn't giving me what I really wanted.

Honestly I'd spent almost everyday wishing they'd just killed me. I touched my cheek gently, moving over the pink scar below my eye. When Gerwulf had kissed me, he had burned my skin. Because of this people now started to call me 'witch kissed' , saying I was as cursed as him. Truthfully I had begun to believe so. My life had been plagued with bad luck ever since that night, only in the last moments being saved by the grace of the moon goddess and having my life spared.

she started Her visitors nodded much to her approval. “Well, I hated that name so I introduce myself to people as Christine. And the fact that I’m actually a witch doesn’t make it sound any better.” Everyone was not shocked at her revelation at all. They knew she was a witch considering her sudden change of appearance and the witchcraft that is obviously displayed everywhere. “So, I made myself a name! Christine, the Sorcerer of the West. It has a nice ring to it and it does sound youthful too!”

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

“He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.” “That’s because he has a knack for calling out witches.” “It’s true!” Udora gasped. Giving me a wide-eyed look. Her brown hair tossing in her huff. “You think otherwise?” “I think its mighty convenient he always seems to find some trace of witchery on every woman he accuses.” “Devil marks or devil gifts.” She emphasized. “Proof.” “Is it really though?” I eyed her askance. She frowned. “Well, what else would it be?”