Novel & Cerita Sorceress Names

She didn't let go of him. 'I am a sorceress,' She replied evenly, gazing up at his plain, simple eyes with her own flaming, deep orange ones. 'I exist to feed off and fuel those around me. I craft spells to bid my will, I bend minds to obey my own, I coerce nature to deliver me its gifts. Age is...' She drifted off.

One minute, she had been standing next to him, and the next, she was bound to a tree in the middle of where the pentagram had been. "Bella!" Sandro growled, his eyes narrowing at Clarisse. "Let her go, and who the hell are you?" "I forgive you for not knowing me. I was quite infamous during my time," Clarisse said. She continued, "But I don't mind reintroducing myself again. I am Astralys, the greatest sorceress of all time, and you, my dears, are just what I needed to create the unstoppable Astralys armies!" She tilted her head backward, cackling.

I said and she gave a quick nod, surprised, I know the sorceress’s name. “Fuck,” I cursed, under my breath. Everess is the last person to ever trust, she is a nightmare.

"Little girl, you've got a knack for speaking... By any chance, are you a poet or something?" The troll asked with an excited gleam on his eyes. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he looked at Audrey. "No, I'm not. I am certainly not one... I am a sorceress and I work with a wand" "Oh I see, that makes sense... By the way, my name is Cents." "Andrew here, nice to meet you... I hope to see you in the future too."

King Edward called out, his hand resting on his sword hilt. The figure threw back its hood, revealing a face twisted with malice and eyes gleaming with a dark light. "I am Malora, the Shadow Witch," she hissed, her voice dripping with menace. "I have come to claim what is rightfully mine." I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of her name. Malora was a powerful sorceress known for her malevolent magic and thirst for dominion over the realms. Her presence alone was a harbinger of doom, and I knew we were in for a battle unlike any we had faced before.

I had been busy thinking of them, how I felt about them, what my thoughts were of the whole situation and more importantly, I hadn't been able to keep my mind off the sorceress. What had Quinn called her? I sighed. I didn't even know what to call the sorceress. He had said that she was a genderless dark wizard who could switch forms. It sent a shudder to me to know that someone could be a male or a female anytime they wished without going through an operation.

“Yes, I am. We are half-wolves, but we do not harm humans. We are wronged. We are all innocent. How can children can eat human meat? The children in our pack even got entangled in this mess.” Anais buried her face in her hands, covered in tears. “My name is Elizabeth.” “My name is Anais.” “Let us make a pact. Let us form a curse.” The two women put their palms in the walls that separated them apart. Elizabeth recited some words, and Anais followed her words. They recited the words all night. Preparations are already set. Loads of oil that are bought from the nearby towns surround the firewood, courtesy of the local governor himself.

“In a dream? This looks so real?” She groaned dramatically. “Let’s just do the naming…” “Okay. Let’s hear your suggestions.” “Actually, I have a lot. I mean, I’ve been picking up words here and there, preparing for today,” she paused. “Usually, you’re supposed to do these things, but… you’re Maya… you get stressed by the tiniest of things.” “Tell me the names, else I’ll blurt out the first thing that comes to my head.” “Fine!” she hissed. “The options are: Isariel, Sylara, Nymeris, Eryndra, and Zeryntha. These names stuck with me. So, you just have to pick one.”

Luntian could only think of one solution to fix this mess. And it was to go to the Sorceress she could trust. A Sorceress who's an expert of dark magic, and her name is Mayari Tabbu. The only problem is the way she speaks. For if the words spoken doesn't rhyme, then the sorceress won't even give them her spare time.

Magic bled out of it in green smoke… it couldn’t run anymore. I shifted back to half-form and stood over it, panting, bloodied, still shaking from adrenaline. “What are you?” I growled. It chuckled bitterly. “A deal… is a deal.” It coughed again, black ichor seeping from its ribs. “My name is Sorren. I was once a sorcerer, rRuler of a ring in the magic circle right here in this region. But immortality… it seduced me, twisted my very nature. I altered my body, my soul, until all that remained was this…” its eyes flickered down to its body, “...a creature of immense power and no life.”