Witchy Names Novels & Stories

I said, "for a witch to be the Luna?" Raven went silent. I turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her hands were shaking. "A witch," she said slowly, "has not been Luna of a wolf pack since the Great Betrayal. Since Salem. Since the wolves turned their backs." "What's the official name?" "The official name for a mixed-blood marriage between a wolf and a witch is a Concord of Ashes." Raven's voice was barely a whisper. "They were banned after Salem. Anyone who enters into one is exiled. Their children are killed."

What sort of magic is she using? "We can't use her name, Papa, because whenever her name is mentioned, you become dazed," I said worriedly, and he nodded. "That's a problem. Then what should we do?" Papa asked. "Give her a different name? Like Lily or Daisy, so we don't face this issue?” "Nah," I dismissed the idea. "It would be troublesome if we forgot the name.” “Then?” Papa frowned. I thought for a while and suddenly recalled my favourite fantasy series, ‘Harry Potter’. "How about we refer to her only as 'the she-wolf who must not be named' to reduce her psychological hold?”

And I sure as shit don’t want to listen to it. “You can call me Whiskey” I said cautiously. “Whiskey?” he asked. His surprise is warranted. It’s a dumb nickname, but it’s better than the actual scientific name the hunters gave me. Viski Gol’f Dva (WG-02). Otherwise known as, Wolf-Girl Zero-Two. Pretty fucking dumb, and yet perfectly typical of the hunters to be so uncaring as to not even give their creation a name. “Whiskey” I confirmed with a nod of my head. He shrugged and stood up, brushing the dirt from his jeans.

Louis shouted as if I were just his nanny. "Missy!" exclaimed Sid in a baby voice. "Yanny!" Giles shouted while waving his hands. "Tardy!" Byron, called with his manly voice. I heard their voices calling out to me, but I didn't turn around. Argh, didn't I tell them not to talk to me or ignore me when we were in school? Those cretins are attempting to ruin my high school experience. And why are they calling me different names?! I have only one name, and that is Maxine! Maxine Wards! Where do they find such names as Wendy, Tardy, Missy, and Yanny? And those names they're calling me always end with the letter "Y."

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.

I added. “How about your nickname for them?” he asked again while he eats banana cake. “Pix is short for Pixie. It has a meaning like how they created theirs. Chi is Michane's name when she was an anonymous writer on a social media platform back then. Actually, we have another friend. It's Anine. I call her Ally, chi calls her Dae short for sundae, and pix calls her Ez. Again, I forgot why,” I said giving him contentment. “This is soo good by the way.” He then smiled and continued watching. “Thanks,” I smiled back.

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.”

I wasn't going to rest until I knew who exactly this person instilling fear in the pack was. 'Tamara. ' The deep familiar voice of my mighty valiant man filtered through my ear, snapping me entirely from my ever ongoing musing. 'Alpha Ryker. ' The name rolled out of my tongue seductively, teasing and tasting his control. 'Little witch. ' He warned lowly, his eyes darkening as my tongue snaked out of my mouth. 'Little witch. ' He warned lowly, his eyes darkening as my tongue snaked out of my mouth. I followed his eyes with mine as my tongue swept over my lower lip, coating it with saliva.

the blonde haired, burnt kid rang out. 'So her names Hunnie?' I thought to myself. How dare these kids take me for a fool. What have then gotten themselves into. No wonder why she's mad. "I've been alive a lot longer than you both....I think I'd know how to distinguish a regular wolf's bite from an alphas'." I spoke out. Placing my fingers at my temple. "Your name is Hunnie?" I said. Turning back around to meet the hazel eyes of the beautiful witch.

she squeaks at the end. A witch? Another fucking witch? “What's the witch’s name?” Rich snarls at her. When she doesn’t immediately answer, Xander extends his claws into her neck, making her yelp. “Maeve. Maeve Cross.” “Did you know?” Rich snarls at her. “Did you know that she could feel it when we were intimate?”