Witches Names Novels & Stories

Mind you in between us all somewhere there are witches and vampires too! Witches generally keep to themselves, rarely interacting with others outside of their covens. Their territories are well-protected, and it’s uncommon for them to wander far except when gathering herbs or special ingredients for rituals and ceremonies. Their devotion centers around their goddess, known as “The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone”—a three-headed deity embodying the cycles of life, wisdom, and magic.

She finished, and strode back to her seat. Another blue witch came forward, her expression closed off. She curtsied and spoke in a quiet voice. "My name is Eira, and I have a bird familiar." She concluded with an oath of hard work and justness. The last blue witch walked forth with an air of hauteur and curtsied perfectly. "My name is Eirwen, and I own a bird familiar." She pledged fairness with a disdainful sniff and promised hard work with what appeared to be an oath of becoming the royal witch without fail.

the old man's words rang in her head as she laid on her bed and slept off. Years move on the two witches grew up having different powers. The first one whose name was Emily and the second one whose name was Emilia. Both were told to always use their power secretly in order not to bring dangers to their lives but Emily who was a Hellenic witch was more powerful than Emilia who was a Gardnerian witch which made Emilia grow hatred for her own twins' sister.

Her name was 'NEHENDA! "Hold up! Grans ... today the witch has a name? I don't seem to recollect her having a name ever since you began enacting this story to me and are all witches not the same? What's with the White color you have been adding since time immemorial? "

“Hello, Janet, Marian’s granddaughter.” “Why are you doing this to us?” Janet asked, maintaining her defensive stance. “Firstly, I am a witch. I stand in the middle of all conflicts. I only facilitate exchanges with those who wish to make a deal.” Janet retracted her claws and stood politely. However, I knew she was ready to fight at any moment. “We need your help. What can we trade? Madam... please tell me your name.” The witch gazed pensively at Janet for a moment before speaking. “Call me Molly. And if you want to talk, please come out, all of you—Janet’s mates.”

she said. "The queen," she said, and she went inside even before I responded. I heard that witches like to speak less. I got into the car. "Who is the queen?" I asked. "Witches have royals. And the one who is most powerful of all is , The Queen Witch," he said. "I guess her name is Mora," he said. "Okay, let's try out our luck," I say. We both started for the queen's coven, and it had already gone dark outside.

The witches apologized, there was never a tyrant Queen, she was the Queen and Octavia was her name. The five witches requested Hayley, she had killed a witch queen and her punishment was death too. Alexia told them Hayley was dead. Surprised that she was dead, the witches introduced to Alexia a new Queen. Amanda. She was their leader and both women hugged each other. The witches left a while later after Alexia and Amanda promised each other undying support.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

This can't be happening! Just as I was about to give up, Mum spoke again. “Though there's one witch who many believe knows more spells than any other witch alive. Supposedly, this witch got obsessed with spells.” “Oh, where does this witch live?” I asked excitedly. “What is her name? Don't tell me she lives far away from here.” I couldn't help myself from being excited. This bracelet felt like a personal prison built for me and that always sent shivers down my spine.

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face