Sorceress Names Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what my brethren nature is. I could tell you that my father was of mankind. My mother was like me, a muddle of brethren aspects, but she was orphaned young and never had the opportunity to hear her ancestry from her parents. Perhaps we are our own type of brethren? “I call myself a sorceress, because sorcery is what I do, though the mankind I heal tend to be more comfortable calling me a good-witch,” she gestured for us to drink. I took a tentative sip. There was something gritty in the liquid, but the temperature was tolerable. I exchanged a look with Akyran, closed my eyes and threw the contents back to get it out of the way. When I opened my eyes, Jiloria watched me with an

He kept his gaze locked with the gliding drops of water on the jug and extended, "Yeah, A Sahira— means, a sorceress. She was a powerful and some hundred years old sorceress who would use her powers to heal the unwell and help the poor. The sorceress knew who Shae was and she wanted to keep her safe from the human population they used to stay with. "She wished to adopt her and take her with herself as a daughter and teach her her skills and spells to continue the good deeds since she didn't have enough years left for herself. The sorceress wanted to depart from this world and begin her life in the world hereafter. So she chose Shae as her heiress, and everything was going well with them. Jus

Rune. The Alpha who had built an empire with his strength and cunning, guarded fiercely by magic and walls so thick with enchantments that it was nearly impenetrable. But not for them. The silver-haired witch, her pale locks glistening in the moonlight, glanced sideways at her companion. Her name was Eirlys, a name that echoed through centuries of witch history, known for her wisdom and mastery over healing magic. Her skin was as pale as her hair, and her ice-blue eyes shimmered with an ancient, otherworldly knowledge.

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in

They handed me the knife which I took, not even wasting a second of it as I sliced myself. Ethan did same, taking his hands over to mine. I could feel the glee in my stomach. In a few seconds, he was going to be a slave to me forever. I could feel my toes curling just from the thought of it. “Blood for blood, life for life…” We chanted the words, just as the pack’s sorceress said, then we paused. The growl at the back of the crowd stopping everyone as they turned back to see what was causing the noise.

" Her eyes turned dark and red as the whole evil rogues fell to the ground. She removed all the dark energy from their body and sucked it into herself. It was a tiring and stressful process since she hasn't mastered how to use her powers. "All hail the alpha. “they all shouted with a loud howl. "All hail the alpha. “the roared louder Everybody hail the new Alpha female, and silently mourned the death of their beloved Alpha and mate. "Young Alpha what should we call you." "Call me, Alpha Black."

Raven squeezed her fingers, eyes still fixed on the scroll. “I always thought my power was just survival,” she said quietly. “A way to stop being hunted. But this… this says I was meant to change things. To decide the fate of realms.” She looked up at Victoria, a mix of awe and determination in her sharp blue eyes. “Morrígan called me a bridge. I think I finally understand what that means.” Victoria leaned in and kissed her — slow, grounding, full of love and quiet strength. “Then we’ll be the bridge together,” she whispered. “Necromantress and Blood Princess. Scion and Heir. Wife and Wife.”

your name is Nysera. She looked up, her voice a whisper. "Nysera?" "It is an old word," Malzareth replied, a faint, cruel smile touching his lips. "It means... nothing." He turned his back on her. "Take her away. There is no need waste resources experimenting on her anymore, She'll serve only as a servant, doing the chores she has been doing till now. "As you command, Lord Malzareth," the priests bowed. One priest murmured to think that, "I thought she will claim the chance to elevate her position'' tsk... it seems she's only fit for the life of slave. Another priest chimmed in as he looked down and laughed at her. She remained kneeling on the cold floor long after the chamber had emptied. S

To their left, was a silver haired elderly woman, she was the only one who was sitted on the floor, with her legs folded beneath her, and her eyes closed. Her glowing and flowing silver hair, and her black robe told Lancelot one thing; she was the great sorceress of the witches kingdom. The one who could see into the future and mainipulate the past. The one with powers no mortal mouth dared to speak ill of. Athaliah, the great sorceress wasn't powerful, she was power herself. Lancelot bowed before the king and his queen with greetings. Ahab, the elderly king and grandmaster of the witches, bowed his head in courtesy as well.

Mayari flatly replied, eyes still glued on the fire as she breath the cold winter breeze. Meanwhile, in a certain border of the curse forest, two troupes stood still at the entrance as they both converse, or more like argue. “They are long gone?” Helen parroted sternly, her blue eyes throwing daggers at the priestess. “I think you’re underestimating my children, Lady Yesenia.” “You’re Lady Helen Revinyr right? The Sorceress of Knowledge and Power.” Lady Yesenia asked through a stern glare. “Yes,” Helen answered, “but I appreciate if you just call me Ms. Helen.”