Old Lady Name Novels & Stories

“No. She’s just… old. She has this really long white hair and silver eyes, you know the kind of color we see when there’s lightning and thunderstorm? She always carries a wooden staff too. Kind of cranky sometimes.” I pause and something stirs within me. A memory from a dream. “Oh, what’s your name?” The old woman with wihite hair and silver eyes let out a quiet chuckle, her shoulders rising and falling slightly. “I have many names… too many that I sometimes forget,” she had said with a hint of amusement “But enough about me. I’m more interested in you. Where are you going?” The memory fades as quickly as it comes but I know without a doubt that the old woman is the Sorceress now.

Aunt Lucia had warned me not to take in any animals by the street; her neighbor had been bitten to death by the snake she took in. I remembered Aunt Lucia's advice and dragged my cousins—who were spectating—into the bakery. The guards from the mayor's residence brought away that madwoman and Evan. It wasn't until later that I learned about her identity—she was the once graceful and elegant Hannah Dixon. I wondered what Evan had done to turn Hannah from a brave and strong werewolf into her current deranged state. Anyway, my words rang true. Those who betrayed true love would lose their beloved forever. Without Evan constantly pestering me, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. Even the air

“You are bleeding on my blanket.” “It is an emotional contribution.” The elder lowered herself carefully onto a stone bench. Wren helped her, small hands gentle and serious. The sight made something in my chest ache. The old woman looked at the child with a softness that vanished the second she faced me again. “My name is Althea,” she said. That surprised me. Not because I had not realized she had a name. Because everything tonight had turned people into functions too quickly. Elder. Refugee. Guard.

Old lady was still crazy. ***

asked the little boy. "The Greeks and Romans," said the old man, "called her a Dryad; but that we do not understand. The people who live in Copenhagen have a much better name for her; they call her 'old Granny'—and she it is to whom you are to pay attention. now listen, and look at the beautiful Elderbush.

Nobody in the hall moved for a long moment. Nobody breathed, it seemed, except the woman standing in the doorway like she'd been waiting her whole life to walk through it. "My name is Odalys," she said, stepping fully into the hall now, robes trailing dark against the stone floor. "I am what remains of the Ashgrove elders. There are not many of us left. Sixty-one years scattered thin a bloodline that was once strong enough to stand as its own pack."

She invited us inside the house. "Long time no see, My lady." the old woman greeted my mom again, now with formality. "I already gave up that title a long time a go. There's no need for formalities." My mother sit on a wooden chair and I sit beside her. The old lady inspect me and I am smiling. "It's been a long time already... Time passes by like a lightning. You've grown up beautiful. What's your name?" I didn't answer the old lady and meet my mom's eyes. She just nodded.

happiness when they saw me. “She’s come back,” someone breathed. “The daughter of our leader,” another murmured. I stepped back. “What are you talking about?” The old woman finally stood up and her piercing gaze locked with my own. “I am Elder Sadie,” she said in a voice that was coarse, but as smooth as river stones. “And I have waited a long time for this day. And I can tell you have your mothers eyes.” I swallowed several hard times before speaking. “You knew my mother? My real mother…”

the short old lady said excitedly as she led the blonde girl to get tent in the back. "Um, thanks," she replied nervously, not really knowing what to say. "Were you able to find out the man's name? Or did you discover his nature?" the witch asked as she sat her down on a low stool. "Um, I managed to get his name," Cassie replied. "Good, good. So tell me the name and I will tell you his nature," the old lady said. Cassie took out the crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. "Sorry, I kind of forgot to read the name," she said as she squinted her eyes to see the handwriting. The paper was snatched out of her hand.

Being the more talkative of the pair, Megan advised the old lady. "Alright." The old lady smiled. She took her phone from the passenger seat. "Can I get your contact information?" Although it sounded like a question, she had already displayed her WhatsApp QR Code for them to scan." They only helped her out as a simple gesture, but seeing the old lady being so proactive, they added her to their contacts. The old lady's WhatsApp username was her real name, Jane Hamilton. Her name was unique, and Celeste felt like she had heard this name before.