Novel & Cerita Sorceress Names

he demanded, his voice laced with fear and confusion. The woman’s gaze was steady, unwavering. “My name is Althea, Guardian of the Light. And you, Lucian, have meddled with forces beyond your understanding.” Her gaze shifted to the sorceress, her expression hardening. “You never learn, do you Laila.” The sorceress sneered, her voice shaking with anger. “Cut the crap sister, I won't let you stop me this time.”

His body trembled with rage as balled his hands into fists. “W-who is she?” I asked as a cold chill ran down my spine. “Her name is Saffra. Saffra, the sorceress.”

“Was… was that magic?” "Wolves and Sorceresses aren't much different, don't you think?” At this point, she took off the hood over her head. She looked young, but there was this elderly gaze resting in her eyes—one that told me she had seen a lot. “My name is Della," she began. “And the guy that was here is my son, Luca. I'm a sorceress, and he is a sorceror. They're many others like us here, and many others that aren't like us. We create a safe space for hybrids, accepting the rejected.”

I took in a breath, I knew it was going to be hard to prove to her that I really was Eliana but for now I was glad she was still here. “I’m telling you the truth.” I insisted. “You,” She ran her eyes through me. “You are claiming to be Eliana, Margaret’s daughter?” A harsh laugh escaped her. “If you don't tell me who you are now and what you're doing here, you wouldn't want to know what I will do to you!” And her hands came almost together, the space between them glowed with neon lights that twirled rapidly. I had angered her, and an angry sorceress was no good.

“Names, names, always so eager for names. Fine. I am the Healer. The Watcher. The All-Knowing One.” Then she turns to face me fully, her silver eyes reflecting light like a mirror’s edge. Realization hits me. I know her name even before she says it. “I am the Sorceress of the South.” My breath stills. The Sorceress. The one I had been searching for. The one said to live in shadows and draped in mystery. It is she. The straw door creaks before I can say anything and a small head pokes through. A young girl, no older than ten with freckles and carrot-colored hair blinks at me with eyes too wide for her face.

Draco snorted angrily. “Astrid. My name is Astrid. Astrid Lewis. Remember it well. I was hoping you wouldn't call me human because it sounds peculiar. Well, Lewis is the name of my favorite great sorceress. So I added Lewis to my nickname,” Astrid said with a happy giggle. “I have an important mission as my first priority, Astrid. I’m busy. I don't have time to play and messing around with you,” snorted Draco arrogantly.

I asked. Esra groaned and buried her face in her palms, and came up with an exaggerated sigh. "No! I am not a witch. I'm a sorceress. Read my lips, S-O-R-C-E-R-E-S-S, SORCERESS." A smirk decorated my face, I finally knew how to piss her off, that was a good start. "Got it." "There's really nothing out of the ordinary about me, Yvonne. I know I wasn't completely honest with you, but I've never pretended to be someone I was not."

After a few seconds, she shook her head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know any sorcerer like that.” Cold disappointment pricked my chest. But then she added, “However… you might find your answer tonight.” I raised a brow. “What do you mean?” “There’s a gathering of sorcereres from all elements. A Havent Ritual. Eleven tonight. In the underground storage beneath the town hall.” She leaned closer and whispered, “If that sorcerer is still wandering around this city, he’ll most likely be there.”

He gives us all a bad name, he must be stopped’ ‘Why haven’t you done anything sooner, I mean if all the Families banded together surely you would be too much for him? ‘Simple, we needed a reason to unite and fight as one, Alcina you are what we need. What happened to your parents was felt by us all, You are a special child. Your Papa told us when you were born it is why he gave you such a name. You are the ‘Strong-Willed Beautiful Sorceress’ who will lead us to victory.’ [Alcina - meaning strong-willed sorceress] She laughed at his flattery and shook her head,

I open my eyes and see the flames dancing before me, like cobras under my charm. “How?” I stare at my hands, shaken by my powers. “Sorceress.” The snake hisses. She slinks closer to the warmth and settles into a coil. “And you? A talking snake?” I accuse. “Is that not sorcery?” “Am I actually speaking or do you just hear me?” She retorts, her head wedged into her coil. “Who are you?” “There is much power in one’s name, little witch. You would do well to remember that.”