Novel & Cerita Witchy Last Names

Then Kelly spoke again, her voice taking on a quality I'd never heard before—something almost reverent, almost worshipful. "Do you understand what she is? What I have here?" Kelly's footsteps stopped, and I felt her presence directly above me. "The last Ghost Wolf. The final inheritor of a bloodline that once ruled territories, that made other alphas tremble in fear. When I take her essence—when your magic binds it to me—I won't just have her power. I'll *become* the new Ghost Wolf progenitor." The witch laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "Ambitious. And suicidal. Ghost Wolf magic doesn't transfer cleanly. It will fight you, try to consume you from the inside."

The sound of footsteps came near, and I snapped for my gaze to fall on an old woman who looked very old. What am I doing here with an old woman? She should be in her late nineties or thereabouts. She inched closer, and I took in a breath and seized it while waiting to hear what she had to say to me. "What is your name, young Miss?" She questioned. "I don’t know my name!" I stuttered "Okay, don’t worry; with time, you will get to keep everything. "My name is Lia, the last witch of the violet star pack that has lived.

She picks up her phone, not muting her computer so I can listen in. “Hey Quirin. Yes, I know it’s a school night. Yes, I’m going to bed soon. Geez, dad! Don’t you have enough of your own kids to worry about?” I glance over and see Wendy getting her sweet smile. “Yes, I know I’m important to you too, Quirin,” she says, her tone more mellow now. “Oh yeah, so, what’s Alpha Prick’s last name?” “Moore,” she says to me. “I’m talking to Hacker.”

"Please don't." "By the way, I noticed that you have a number of other witch friends whose names also end with '-sviel'. Rubisveil, Gretasviel, Irisviel, and Serrasviel. You mentioned those other names when you send messages using those talking birds that can mimic your voice. Is that a common witch trend?" Aleister asked to change the subject. "Well, '- sviel' is derived from Sybil, the strongest witch to ever exist. Outstanding powerful witches who reached even 75% of her talent and achievements may choose to add the -sviel to their name."

One of the reasons my gammas are constantly inside the borders. Thirty six witches (male and female), divided in five covens, Arkana being the strongest of them with twelve members, and Black Jade being the newest with only three members. I see it as just kids rebelling against their witchy parents. Thinking they know best, i guess. There are some rivalries amongst them, but nothing serious. I believe most of them are basically fortune tellers or charlatans. Still, i always keep tabs. Better safe than sorry.

Tall and lanky hunched into her seat on one side, almost Gertrude's height even sitting, while portly and round, with tiny glasses she couldn't possibly see a thing out of, perched on the other, sausage fingers picking at her lower lip over and over. "This is Elegance Faster," Mom gestured to giant witch. Elegance? Holy. Her mom had a terrible sense of humor. "And Periwinkle Rhodes." Seriously. What was wrong with witches and naming their kids? Every witch mother needed to be taken out and shaken vigorously. My own included.

She skipped back to her seat after pledging hard work and fairness. The last earth witch came forth, her red gold hair highlighted by the faint sun streaming through the windows, she curtsied subduedly and proceeded to speak in a stiff tone. "My name is Marigold, and I own a bird familiar." Marigold's tone reminded Dea in so many ways about Lilith, if the superior air and straight spine didn't will recognition. After Marigold had gone back to her seat, Sybil announced. "Alright. The blue witches, if you please."

Then, Damion enters the room. “Did you find anything?” says Adeline before anyone else could say anything. “Yes and no.” He narrates what his grandmother told him about the Junta and the original witch. “So, the Junta is useless now,” says Tyrus “what is this original witch called? I mean her descendants?” “It has to be a female witch of the Serafina lineage.” “What?!” Lilia exclaims. “What happened? Do you know someone with that name?” Asks Damion. “Of course I do and you too. We all know her.” “Who?” “Tasha!”

From their appearances, Lyla could tell that the two girls were also witches. "You know your family's reputation among us, don't you? A troublesome family who is under the supervision of the Witch Council," said another---the girl with a round face. "So what?" asked Lyla as she's challenging the sharp gaze of the two girls. "I'm Deborah Coffey. I'm the head of the Witch class. And she's Sarah Litcher, my second-in-command. We want to make sure your troublemaker genetic won't make problem here." Lyla hissed at Deborah's words.

The likeness between this old lady and my mate was uncanny. "I will take her to you. But please understand that she has not spoken much of her past." I warned her. "Ethel, my name is Ethel Swinsore, the last surviving witch of Brookhaven." she held her hand to me and hesitated before taking it. Witch. But Victoria was not a witch; she was a wolf. My luna. "She is a wolf witch; she has special hidden powers. When she was a newborn baby, a rare spell was placed upon her to seal her true identity.