Names Meaning Witch Novels & Stories

So I ask, as casually as I can manage. “What kind of shop is Häxa, anyway?” Chris leans back against the booth, one arm draped along the top, making his bicep bulge under his long-sleeved shirt in the most distracting way. “It’s the Swedish word for witch.” I blink. “Seriously?” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Sounds dramatic, I know. But my mom chose the name. She’s got a flair for that kind of thing.”

Beta Norman shrugged, “would be no use for us. This pack doesn’t use witches except for life and death situations.” “Yes, what was the witch’s name that we used when that little girl Trina got sick? Helena right?” Beta Norman’s face paled. “No, our pack witch is called Jade.” I shrugged, pretending not to care. “Must have heard the name somewhere else then. Maybe Mona mentioned it.” “What did she say?” Beta Norman asked curiously. “Nothing but lies.” I replied and I walked towards the door. “I won’t bother you with her delusional tales of mind control and dark magic.”

"Do you know why your name angered Estes?" "Because he didn't get his way," I scoff. "Alora means God's light," she informs me. "It is no coincidence that the witches gave you that name." I hold my head high. "I don't know what you are talking about." She smiles gently. "You will find a great many enemies here, but I won't be one of them. I am your mother's sister, Ivy." I let myself relax a little, but I will keep my secrets for now. "Nice to meet you."

“The witch set out yesterday. I don’t know when she will be back but the earlier you set out, the best so ask your questions. While you do, your grumpy friend and his team should keep watch outside. People don’t respect other people’s privacy here. As you can see, we have no fence. The only thing we keep locked is the bathroom and the bedroom.” I looked at the commander. He bowed and stepped out. The others followed. “Now that they are gone, tell me why you really wanted them to leave.” I said, returning my gaze to her. “Also what is your name?” “Yaz is my name. It means curse, in ancient Lycan language. I asked them to leave because the fewer people that know why you want to know, the bette

But I have never met her or her mother when I was young. “What kind of witch is she?” “Her mother was an earth wish. The kiss is a curse. Her family was cursed by the council. All women in their family are born with that curse.” “That’s a rather boring curse. Sleep.” “The original name is busu la kifo, the kiss of death. The opposite of the kiss of life you made with that wolf. The curse was changed but couldn’t be broken. It’s a family secret. How did you learn of it?”

And my healing ability would do its work soon. I commanded Jonathan to work with his men on the little information we had—we knew he was an Alpha and he had a witch close to him. We might eventually start digging through history books to find the lineages of witches and find the witch with the name “Mor" as the prefix and the pack with “S” as the starting alphabet. Several packs started with S so I knew the search wouldn't be easy. *****

I laughed and he seemed remarkably glad to see me do it. — Your mother, Juliette Broz, a Polish woman who came to live in the United States at the age of eighteen, chose the name Hera because she is the Greek goddess of protection of the family and marriage and I chose Nix, it's strange, what I know, but it means goddess of the night. Julie wanted you to be special so what better than to be special with weird names? — Seeing it like this, I even like it — it was true, who wouldn't like to have the name of a goddess? — And what is Winter?

I asked again. "Garara," she replied after some hesitation. "My name is Garara." "My name is Ca-" "Caleb, beta to the alpha of the Crimson Moon pack," the witch said with a small smile. "Yeah, I know." I chuckled for some seconds before stopping and squeezing my face into a small frown.

“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."