Old Women Names 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.

These witches were shivering while listening to the name "Danica" "I will get great joy by snapping her head," Ersa said. "Trust me, the feeling is mutual," I replied to her. I and Noah were about to get into the car with the elderly woman who lead the coven, "The Elder Witch," just like Alpha for the wolves. "Maria," I say to her. She is really old. Way too old. Maybe 500 years or something. "There is one person who can help you, Ava. Visit her," she said.

"It is nothing really. It's just that you told me your name was Angel but then I have heard Ivan slip and call you Tania and Grandma here also calls you Tania. I don't know which one to use that's all." Got you, bitch. Her face took up a dark mood at my question but I did not let go of the sweet smile I had on my face. "Your name is Angel?" The old woman was surprised and my smile grew even brighter. It seemed I had milked a great thing with my question and I waited to see everything play out. Turning to the old woman, her face softened as she spoke. "Yes, Nana. My middle name is Angel. I prefer Tania but Ivan seems to have a soft spot for Angel so he calls me that." She explained.

"How should I address the two of you?" Unlike Anna who was so cunning, Grace was asking casually. "My surname is Waller," The Old Madam said, "This is my daughter-in-law, her surname is Graves." Grace did not think about Wolf Family at all. Smiling, she called the Old Madam as "Auntie Waller". When the Old Madam heard it, she was elated; she had not heard people call her that in a very long time. Those who knew her, even if they were around the same age as Kylin, would all have to call her as Old Madam Wolf.

For a temper like hers, there were no second strikes. Luna stopped by an old woman hanging clothes to dry to ask for direction. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you but I'm kind of lost. Do you know Wendy Tores?" Luna politely approached the old woman. "Wendy… what is it you say?" The old woman asked. "Tores, ma'am." The old woman paused her chore and thought for a while. She scratched her head, trying to remember the name. "Oh good lord of course I know Wenda! She used to be the best caregiver in town." The old woman said.

Lenie quickly approached her and held her hand. "Oh, Lenie, is that really you? I remember when you were just a little girl. My deepest condolences for Hasmin’s passing," the elderly woman said. "Sorry, but I don’t remember you. May I ask your name?" Lenie asked, trying hard to recall the old woman.

Maybe Danna had lost her mind—she did sense this old lady wasn’t ordinary, but she still blurted out, “Why should I?” Naomi didn’t remember anyone named Alistair in her past, but hearing him call the old lady ‘Grandma,’ she figured he must be Atlas’ half-brother. “Why should you?” Naomi stepped to the old lady’s side, giving Danna a cold smile. “Because whether your precious Kael was here or that pig-headed jerk from before, either way, they’d be bowing and apologizing to the old madam right now.” She turned to the old lady with a gentle smile. “Old Madam Knox.”

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

Bryan and I both sat on the sofa on both sides of the couch. “What are your names?” “Ella.” “Mila.” “Lila.” they all said respectively. They played with the old woman’s long and gray hair. Even though she was old and had wrinkles all over her body, she was still beautiful in her prime. Now here goes nothing. This is the part where she starts asking questions and I would need to provide smart answers. “When did all these start?” she asked. The question was, precisely, certainly uncertain.

the old woman said hoarsely. The doctor paused before continuing, “It’s not entirely hopeless… The bodies of the elderly are no less stronger than the younger ones. However, it will take some effort. Hold on.” Tabitha chuckled, “No, I’ve lived long enough. Please… write my will… for me… Say that… I’m leaving… the Wynn’s old mansion… to… my granddaughter… The… housing deed… is… is… in… the… Tremont…Tremont Estate...The house...that… I was previously… staying in… Under the mattress… Write it down…”