Witch Name Meaning Novels & Stories

“Shoot. What have you got?” “Well,” he said, sitting up straighter, “I’ve been trying to think of names that could fit either dragon or lycan. Something strong… but also, I dunno, meaningful. What about—wait, don’t laugh—but what about Kael (KAY-uhl) for a boy?” Tora tilted her head, intrigued. “Kael? That’s… actually not bad.” “It means ‘mighty warrior’ in one of the older tongues, and it rhymes with hail,” he added, trying not to sound too proud.

Every path he had followed ended in the same direction: the witch. Her name was never spoken the same way twice. To some, she was Mavira, the Whisper in the Marsh. To others, she was Elda, the Keeper of Knives. But every tale agreed she dealt in one thing — breaking bonds. Whether they were oaths, curses, marriages, or even the sacred mark between mates, she could unravel the ties that bound one soul to another. For a price. Benjamin traced his finger over the inked symbols, lips curling into a thin smile.

Again, his word, not hers. Wolves do not associate themselves with witches and warlocks for they are known as the creatures of the dark, followers of the dark prince and all that is evil so for him to go to that extent is a slap on everyone’s face. Even talking with them was taboo so to create a deal with them was taking it a bit too far.

Rhi had a fake nervous smile plastered on her face. Levi closed his eyes and sighed. "Fu.cking witches." "Technically, I'm a werewolf." Rhi looked over to my brother. "Ready, Blue?" Fafnir raised a brow as he looked over at Cerulean. "Blue?" My brother shrugged his shoulders. "It's not what you think. It's the nickname she gave me back when we met because of my name. Kind of like how Rieka is Rhi and Roxanne is Roxie." Blue held open his arms so Roxie could jump up onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Taji asked, suddenly eager to know more about Lucky. “It’s actually quite simple really. Her name is Bahati which means Lucky in Swahili.” The Fae Queen said, with a smile. Taji smiled loving her name, it was unique and it actually fits her. Once he assured his grandmother that the Dark Fae were not going to be a problem he left the jet once more and entered the awaiting car. All three cars left the air strip, heading to the security building. Two motorcycles started their engine and followed the three cars at a distance. Leaving more then a dozen vampires dead in the cover of the night.

kenoi ophthalmoi means empty eyes and is pronounced (keh-noi ohp-thal-moy) with the stress falling on the first syllable in kenoi and the second syllable in ophthalmoi. katocheutheís means possessed or controlled and is pronounced (kah-toh-kheh-oo-thace) with the stress falling on the third syllable. The witch's spell translation and pronunciation: Robora mentem meam, (ro-boh-rah men-tem may-am) Confirma contra tenebras, (con-fer-mah kon-trah ten-neb-rahs) Robora corpus meum, (ro-boh-rah kor-plus mau-um)

“Your names. Sigwulf, for example. It’s an Ulfwyn name that means Victorious Wolf.” Sigwulf shrugged. “It’s also an old name and heard all over Kalthar these days. Just not as commonly as is was when I received the name.” Hrodgar nodded once and continued. “Kemp translates into Warrior, in Ulfwyn. Even our wee Princess, Astrid Nara means Goddess of the Rising Sun and Dear One. Just an observation.” He scratched at his beard. Kenward chuckled at some joke only he could see as he watched the byplay of people’s faces.

Also her power of speech indicated well about her upfront attitude. She was clever with her words since the start. "Are you a w-witch, lady?" Slowing the speed of the carriage a little, the man focused on the lone mysterious passenger sitting on his carriage. His mind revolved solely around her now, as practicing such a witchcraft makes her obviously a witch! "What if I say I am?" Princess Rosemary uttered without any hint of surprise while soon her eyes being drawn on the carriage boy's vehicle briefly. "Gabrio is your name right?"

the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

He is wasting my time. "But what if.. I told you, that I have a way out for you. A way that is so easy." He smirked. I furrowed my brows at him, "You have a way?" I questioned. I took a step away from the portal, taking a listening stance. "THE GEM OF ABADDON." "Even a new born witch knows that anything associated with the name ABADDON, it's a bearer of evil. I'm not interested." I hissed spitefully, turning around.. ready to go.