Witch Characters Names Novels & Stories

"There's no use in talking about what-ifs. My pack and I are more than thankful for everything you did to help us. Without your help, I don't know what would have happened." "Callista's our friend," the second female witch replies. "We would never forsake her or her pack at times of distress." "Thank you so, so much for that," I state as sincerely as I can manage. "I'm afraid I didn't catch your names..." "Oh, I'm Ophelia, this is Leita, and the one with the griffin is Kiran," Ophelia introduces. "It's nice to meet you, finally. Got to say, you look exactly the way Callista described."

His name is Declan and he is the Alpha of the blue moon pack, his mate is Avalon and she is a Dokar witch, both are strong names so it is only befitting that their daughter gets an equally strong one. Alessia.

Wyatt asked me. "Not the faces, but the names, yes. Caluder was my mother's clan." I felt Wyatt's hand squeeze mine. "and the Spivey clan is from the Moon Valley coven. I can't speak for all of them, but over half of these women are witches." "That's what I was assuming." Wyatt said. "Did you sense any other supernatural beings inside the club when you dropped Mana's bond?" "I was too busy running from you." I said. "And zapping us." Archie added, mocking his hand as if they were electrified.

Across from us stood Erasmus Bluthexer, Velan’s pompous royal warlock, his gray hair slicked back, his crimson robes screaming arrogance. Behind him, the five witches—Brunhilde, Hildegard, Ingeborg, Gretchen, and Ursula—lounged on conjured chairs, their cackles already echoing. “Ready to spank this overgrown toddler, Niklas?” Walda grinned, twirling her crooked cane. I inclined my head, a faint smile tugging my lips. “A gentleman never shies from duty, Walda. Though I suspect you’ll enjoy this more than I will.”

I placed the crucifix in her head The Cross burned her skin as she talked inaudibly in pain, trying to resist the powers of the Almighty. She held on for fifty minutes till she can no longer withstand the pain anymore. She reveals her name or should I say names “My first and special name is called Gyllou; the second Amorphous; the third Abyzou; the fourth Karkhous; the fifth Brianê; the sixth Bardellous; the seventh Aigyptianê; the eighth Barna; the ninth Kharkhanistrea; the tenth Adikia; the twelfth Myia; the half Petomene”

I needed no soothsayer to tell me that he's Just trying to keep himself in check because of me, I'd the witch misbehaves, her head would be separated from her body. On teaching the pack gates with some guards trailing behind me, my eyes kept searching till it landed on the witch and I couldn't help the anger that surged through me. "How brave of you to come here alone." I stated as I shot her a glare but to my surprise, she didn't flinch making Alaric snarl. "How brave of you to come out. It's an honor." She started and slightly bowed. "I'm Xenia by the way and i must say, it's nice meeting you Alpha Marc if the great Green Oak pack."

"Oh, you must wonder who I am?" "Yes..." Dior says in a chilly voice, seemingly not trusting the woman. The woman holds her hands in surrender. "My name is Rebecca, and I'm one witch who worked with June until she betrayed us by murdering our leader, Jessica. And I get I might not be considered your friend, but I wish you no harm!" Alice studies the other witch with her lips parting. "Wait, if you are a witch who worked with June, then... Do you know how to set Finn free?"

**Winter's POV** The witch led me through a labyrinth of twisted vines and shadowy pathways. Everything about this world felt foreign yet strangely familiar as if I had wandered into a dream inspired by Lily's stories. The air buzzed with palpable energy, making my wolf feel restless beneath my skin. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to make conversation as we walked. She glanced over her shoulder, her green eyes wary. "Sariah," she replied curtly, then focused ahead once more.

Each window held a single burning candle. "Who are you?" a young woman came near. She wore a long black cloak. Veronica could almost laugh at the theatric of it all. "My name is Veronica. I have an Alpha who is wanting to meet with your head witch," she said. She knew that being here uninvited was a risk and needed to get her purpose out quickly. "What is the Alpha's name?" the girl asked. "Alpha Arden of the Northern Pack," Veronica answered again.

They stopped before the throne and bowed. “Greetings, Alpha. Greetings, Luna,” they said together. Polly studied them one by one. They were beautiful, graceful, rehearsed. She smiled. Too bad they’ll all be dead soon. The women gave their names: “Princess Casandra of RedBrooks Pack,” said the first one with brown eyes, her head bowed. “Princess Amira of Hoodwinds Pack,” said the middle one, with thick black hair, shorter than the rest. And then the last: