Witchy Names Novels & Stories

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

My hair’s piled on top of my head in a messy knot, my skin bare, my eyes tired but alert. The cursor blinks in the “Create Account” box. Username. I stare at it for a long time. What name belongs to me when I strip away all the ones I’ve been given; Mrs. Hernandez, Dorothy the cancer patient, Dorothy the fragile wife, Dorothy the obedient daughter? None of those fit. Not anymore. RainWitch. I type it in. It feels dramatic in the right way. Private but rebellious. I imagine rain soaking through everything fake until only the truth is left behind. Witches aren’t afraid of being misunderstood.

I could feel her anxiety as she met my hard gaze with her wide eyes. Nobody knows my wolf's name except for me. They call him Invictus, Death Claws but that's not his real name. Only I know what is he called. Usually, alphas don't reveal their wolves' names as revealing them can make us susceptible to evil magics. The seasoned witches only need a name to cast a spell on. It's not a law but a necessary precaution.

Silence falls between us for a moment, and then a mischievous thought strikes me. "I think I’m going to name you," I say casually. There’s an immediate pause, then a wary, "What?" I grin wickedly. "Yeah, something... fitting. Something to match your delightful personality." I tap my chin, pretending to think hard. "How about... Fluffy?" "Don’t you dare," my wolf snaps, an edge of panic in her voice. I bite back a laugh. "Or... Snuggles?" "Piper, I swear—" "Ooh! I’ve got it. Furry McSnugglebutt!"

Sassy said and Alpha Drake smiled. "I love you, babe." He said. "I love you too. Have you thought of a name for the kids?" Sassy asked. "As a matter of fact, yes. Our little prince would be Noah, and our princesses would be called Maya and Leah." Alpha Drake announced and Sassy pressed her lips together for some time. "I love it. And I love you." She said and smiled, revealing her dimples...

Mom suddenly cut my words and turned to Kyle. Kyle flinched, turning pale. He glanced at me as if asking for help before he opened his heart-shaped lips. “My name is… Kyle… Kylie. Yes. That’s my name,” he answered. Slyvester butted in, presenting his name. “And my name is Princess Slyvia Patricia Angel Baby,” he said. ‘Princess what? Did he prepare this long name in advance?’ “But we call her Slyvia,” I said while eyeing Slyvester to shut his mouth for a moment.

Aiden said while we held our baby together. "What shall we name her?" Aiden said to me. "Angelina." I said to him as our child looked like an angel of the Creator and was my precious gift. “Roselyn.” Aiden added as she was his precious rose “Wolfen.” we both said that at the same time. We had decided a name for our beautiful Werewolf Vampire princess. She was to be called Angelina Roselyn Wolfen and we hoped just like her parents, the creator would be with her too as his last audible words to us had been:

A prescription in Wicca. Maddie stood just outside the circle with her hands tied behind her back with a white ribbon. The color of the goddess and the color of new beginnings. Omem rang the bell. ‘By the god and by the the goddess, you want to come into the coven. Tie both your hands tight, see your intentions with ease and you might. Come and open up to the sun and the moon, now give us your new Wiccan name soon. ‘ ‘Rudha is my Wiccan name,’ Maddie's voice was loud and clear, Rudha meant, red. It was the name she'd heard regularly in her dreams and seen everywhere. That is why it had suddenly taken on meaning.

Yes, most lycans, especially the dark-furred ones, have names that begin with the letter W; however, my mind keeps telling me that she is a significant person, but I have a hard time remembering who she is. "My name sounds like Winston, right?" she added. "Yes, Wynnzen sounds like a fancy pronunciation of Winston." I chuckled at what she said, and I also gave up trying to recall who she is. "I am Luceethe. I am… you know…" The hardest part of introducing myself to the Lycans is telling them about me. Even though I may have now been able to help them, the sin of my race is still indelibly etched in my blood.

another added. "What's your name?" Henry asked, his eyes still locked on Kalista. "Kalista," Kalista answered softly. "That's a pretty name," Henry smiled at her and proceeded to introduce himself and the others. "I'm Henry, that's Penelope and those two are twins. Olivia and Jacob" "Are you really Alpha Jade's mate?" the girl named Penelope leaned in eagerly in curiosity. "I am," Kalista replied with a smile, and as the other witches began to gush over her again, she noticed Mary glaring at her.