Witchy Nicknames Novels & Stories

Nico’s is on my right shoulder and Anthony’s is on my left upper arm. “Are you ready to be claimed, Butterfly?” Nico questions as he leans in so his mouth is close to my ear causing a slight shiver of anticipation to course through my body. “Yes, Warden. Butterfly?” I can’t help but ask where the new pet name came from. Nico has never not called me Little Dove. “Butterfly is what we have decided to call you when we are being intimate with one another. It will be easier for all of us.” Anthony explains his own breath on my shoulder sending shivers down my spin before he plants a soft kiss on my shoulder.

jean said "OK let's let that one slide for now. Since Jenny has a nickname let's make ours"..I said excitedly "Oh, I already have one but you know it already".. Ally said "Ally for short"...jean said "Like I said you know it already, but you should have one too"..ally said "Yeah you should, but I don't have any now"..jean said "Well I do"..ally said Great "And?"...I asked excitedly "Kiki"..she said

I asked, looking back at Luca, but continuing to run my hand through her hair. Luca simply smiled and laughed. "Coniglia, means bunny in your language. When I first met Con- Haley, she came to me very timid and shy. She was like an innocent bunny in a world of demons. I was amused by her innocence. She reminded me of a timid bunny, and soon the nickname stuck." Luca replied. I looked back and nodded my head. The name suited her. She was very much like that. But she was also so much more. What she did earlier showed that she was no longer that timid bunny. She had quickly turned into a strong wolf.

‘Told you so… chicken’ willow giggles in her mind. ‘Lo please… just for today. Give me a break!’ Lilly snaps. She loves Willow. She’s half of who she is. But her constant ramblings often result in headaches. Lilly’s father suggested her cute nickname for Willow a few days after her sixteenth birthday. She was so incessant with her chatter that Lilly would often bark “Willow!” Aloud at the most inconvenient of times. Luna North, her father, had helpfully suggested that “Lo” is easier to cover with a growl during meetings. Suggesting this could be a way of playing off her struggle with her wolf as mere boredom or frustration.

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.

"This is how we grew up. When you're a cool kid, you get two moms, and you gotta learn to be specific." He leaned against the counter. "We had a system. Katherine was 'Witch Mom' because she did all the magic stuff. Lauren was 'Wolf Mom' because, well, obvious reasons." He looked at Onika, then at Annie. "So in your case... Onika's clearly Wolf Mom. Easy. But Annie?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Immortal Mom? Fire Mom? Ember Mom? They all sound kinda weird, not gonna lie." Annie shot him a look. "Yeah, whatever."

because regardless of their uniform for the evening, they always have a white cowboy hat, like a hero from an old spaghetti western. And just like characters from westerns, they all have ridiculous sounding nicknames that they use in lieu of their names–like “The Kid” or “Steel Toe Joe” or “Whiplash Jake”, a tip of the hat, so to speak, to Diamond Devine’s country background.

“Because the Jade chick told me she was special and her wolf told me if I just helped her without going too far she’d be okay.” “Special huh? Hold on. You spoke to her wolf?” I nodded. “Yea. Why?” “What did she say?” I shrugged before saying, “She told me her name and who she was. For some reason she thinks we’re special. Maybe she just meant we were special to her. But she explained how I could help Chrysalis.” “Who who was. Her or Chrysalis?” “Her. Of course I knew Chrysalis was my mate and an Alpha already. But, she said that I could call her Nikkie and that because I’d figured out she was a special spirit she told me she was the spirit of the phoenix. Why does this matter?”

She smiled and nodded her head. "What's your name?." I asked her. "Wendy." "So why are they calling you an Omega?." Wendy sighed. "I haven't got my wolf yet, and they all say I'm weak because I'm human." I shook my head. "That doesn't make you weak, You'll get your wolf trust me. As for being a human, take a look at me, I'm human and I'm not weak."

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.