Witches Names Novels & Stories

he starts and I remember how the first time I met Zacchary he had called me by that name. "Zelda is her name." I can tell that this is a difficult topic for him by the way his voice wavers as he says her name. "She comes from the bloodline of the original witches from the Coven of Lartsa. They were the most powerful witches in history, but the most powerful of them all was Zelda" I listen carefully and my eyes trail down to Zacs’ clenched fists. "She was so powerful and undefeated and yet she was crazy." Zac finally turns to me and there is a fire in his eyes as he speaks.

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.

Theia comments, distracting me from my thoughts. “How so?” I ask. “What of Hecate? Why not mention her role?” Theia responds bored. “Hecate? Isn’t she the three faced Goddess? Why would a wolf call out to her?” I ask unsure of the connection. “The witches follow her.” Theia responds. “Last I checked, no one in the story is a witch.” I say rolling my eyes. “Then you don’t know the story.” Theia says, yawning.

The voice speaks once more: "This last question will test your knowledge about the history between wolves and witches. You have a maximum of three attempts to answer this question correctly, or you'll stay with us here for eternity: In the time before the packs, what was the name of the first witch that ruled over the wolves?" My blood runs cold. The history of witches and wolves is so ancient and fragmented that it is almost impossible to know the full truth. We exchange nervous glances, and I see doubt in every pair of eyes. "I don't know…. Amara whispers, strain in her face. "Those are scarce records."

She stood up from the table and felt light compared to before and as she put her arms on the table to support her, she noticed how pale her arms had become. “Welcome to the coven of witches. My name is Periah, this is Moriah, and this is Uriah.” Nordic Wolf was quite surprise that they had revealed her name to her but she was still not able to understand how she became light in weight. “I can’t feel my weight, is this how you all feel” Nordic Wolf asked. The witches laughed, Moriah said

"Oh she's already here, and she's hot. Thank gods, now there are two witches in this place." Said the white-haired one with a big smile. "I'm Samantha." "I like her, she's beautiful, has a savage aura, and smells different from the other witches. And she's short than all of you but taller than me. I'm still the shorter one, I love that." Explained the blondie girl. "I'm Naomi, by the way." "I'll pray for you be into boys, cuz damn, you're a masterpiece. I like witches, even if Samantha doesn't give a fuck about me in this way. My name is Koji, it's a pleasure to meet you, sweetheart."

Honestly I'd spent almost everyday wishing they'd just killed me. I touched my cheek gently, moving over the pink scar below my eye. When Gerwulf had kissed me, he had burned my skin. Because of this people now started to call me 'witch kissed' , saying I was as cursed as him. Truthfully I had begun to believe so. My life had been plagued with bad luck ever since that night, only in the last moments being saved by the grace of the moon goddess and having my life spared.

' He swallowed saliva audibly, shaking his head as he did so. 'Unbeknownst to them, one of the witches had foreseen the attack. They fought back and managed to annihilate all the wizards except one, the one who broke away. After he realised that he had been left alone he retreated and went into hiding. No one ever heard of him again, until we crossed paths. ' 'Does he have a name? ' Tamara was so engrossed in the story, I could feel her interest peaking as my dad spoke. 'Addanc, that is his name and he identified himself when he blocked our path. '