Witchy Last Names Novels & Stories

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

She explained and it only just increased my irritation about them. If they wanted me gone so badly, I might as well leave. “The witches,” another woman who I didn’t quite catch her name said. She was three seats away from the alpha and that made me realize she was the Beta’s wife. “The witches could help us understand or better still make her memories return,” she said. The council went quiet as everyone contemplated on her suggestion. “It is settled then, thank you Ciara,” alpha says after they all shared similar looks at themselves. Her name was Ciara.

The little angel corrected with a cute pointed look as Esmeray's words had somehow offended her. ”My apologies little witch. Do you mind telling me your name?” Gosh! The girl was too lovely for her own good with those two little piggy tails and the cute glare she was throwing Esmeray. “I can’t tell you my name. My mama said that if someone wants to know a witch’s name they have to be worthy enough.” The little girl said with a heavy sad sigh and an adorable grumble that had Esmeray's lips twitching. Holding her hand up to her lips Esmeray whispered as if it was a big secret. ”My name is Esmeray and I’m a witch too. A wickedly strong one from the House of Untouchables.” She winked playfully.

This line of witches, or enchantresses as they wished to be called nowadays, had been around since the Salem witch trials of the late 1600s. Madison shrugged her shoulders. “I guess so. My gram’s last name is Towne, as she kept her maiden name.” Derek now had to find out if the other two held similar rankings within the supernatural world. He looked away from Madison and over to Alex. “Next.” He waved his hand for her to begin her story. He was quite intrigued by how well these girls were holding their own against his alpha power. Not only was he surprised by the ancestry, but this was the first time that he’d ever heard of such talk of not being able to control the need to bond, especially

he says, threatening me with the wolves. "They don't scare me," I say with a hiss, hating the wolves more than anything in this life. "Then tell me your last name," he says, and I thought about it, my last name would only lead back to Mom and Oliver. "Charlotte Green," I answer him with a smile on my face. "Related to madame witch?" he asked me and I chuckled. "Her daughter," I answer him, I used to say the only one, but now I share that title with Olive.

The voice of an old woman echoed in the room causing Alicia to snap her head toward the lady's direction, she had no idea when she came in. She was a bit old, with ginger hair. She was very beautiful, just like all the witches are. She looked way younger than her age, which Alicia could guess would be around 80 or something near that. The woman did not come alone, she had two other powerful women accompany her, or maybe they were also strong witches.

The street was narrow and old, cobblestones still visible beneath the tarmac at the edges, trees lining both sides and meeting overhead. "Twelve years ago," I said, "a witch from the Aldercroft Coven was fated to a wolf from the Cassin Pack. Southern territory. No previous alliance between the two families. The witch's name was Maren. She was young—late twenties—and, from what Rave described, she wasn't unlike you. Contained. Capable. Deeply invested in not being perceived as someone things happened to." Isabella said nothing. But she was listening with her whole body.

Beta Norman shrugged, “would be no use for us. This pack doesn’t use witches except for life and death situations.” “Yes, what was the witch’s name that we used when that little girl Trina got sick? Helena right?” Beta Norman’s face paled. “No, our pack witch is called Jade.” I shrugged, pretending not to care. “Must have heard the name somewhere else then. Maybe Mona mentioned it.” “What did she say?” Beta Norman asked curiously. “Nothing but lies.” I replied and I walked towards the door. “I won’t bother you with her delusional tales of mind control and dark magic.”