Barbarian Warlock Novels & Stories

So after one clean bite, he went down. I stood over him and demanded him to tell me where my father was. He told me his father was also missing along with every other firstborn supernatural creature. A few years later Draven and I came to an understanding and ended the war between the Lycans and vampires. Our fathers were gone and we saw no point in fighting a war that our fathers started. But if Draven gets in my way, I will kill him. "Where are you going?" BJ asks following behind me.

I can't let anyone use Ruby. "All you two have to do is stay in that room while he has the barrier up. Death won't be able to use you against me like that." Quix's eyes turned pure white and an uncharacteristic smirk came to his lips. "You think Death can't reach you? Foolish. We haven't met yet, my name is War and my power is to make others my puppets. Especially easy with my own brother's minions." Holly glared at him. "Let Quix go."

He asked them and instantly replied. "I am a magician, a dark magician." A cycle is to be completed, the presence of a dark warlock will merge all pantheons and breed war. This is the prophecy, the prophecy spoken off the lips of the being of Secrecy. (CHECK THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR THIS QUOTE)

My wolf side, normally a steadfast companion, weakens under the strain of the overwhelming power coursing through me, struggling to share the burden as the warlock side asserts its dominance. As if sensing my vulnerability, my warlock side surges forth with a ferocity I haven't experienced in years, overpowering my weakened defenses and flooding my consciousness with its dark energy. Black veins snake their way across my neck, a physical manifestation of the warlock side's influence as it takes control of my body.

Energy cracked in the air, thick and heavy, like a storm gathering too close to the skin. And then he walked in. Ciro Hitchdulf. Warlock. Exiled heir to the fallen House of the Ashen Throne. Rumors said he bathed in dragon blood, had a wolf’s temper, and never spoke a promise he didn’t break. He wore darkness like it was stitched into his very muscles, black leathers, storm-gray eyes under obsidian lashes, and a mouth that looked carved to ruin. He stood across the stall, eyes locked on her like he’d already decided something. She felt it in her bones, heat. Not the type she brewed into tonics or steeped into healing charms. No, this heat crawled. It stirred her blood.

I have to be strong and end this make-believe fantasy world tonight! Without saying a word, Gabriel walked towards me and carried me bridal style to the couch. He sat down and placed me on his lap and turned me to face him. “Miss Bellatrix Willow, do you believe in love at first sight?” I answered, “No!” “Well, neither did I. To be quite honest, after my last relationship, I promised myself never to allow myself to feel anything again. I trained my heart to turn stone cold. I had random women warming my bed over the years, but I felt nothing! On that day, when I saw your picture in Ari’s room, I felt a warm sensation in my heart.I am not going to lie, as fearless as I am, that feeling scared

"What do you expect? I'm betrothed to the hottest guy in all of Northern Bloodlands!" Cairh was literally every girl's dream. His body was carved and chiseled from spending hours gyming and training and he had that boyish celebrity looks that made females swoon. Lately, he started growing his hair out, he was starting to look grown and so manly... I shamelessly stare out my window at him for hours... just watching him train in the yard with the other wolves. My heart beat faster just thinking of him and I can't stop a stupid smile from taking over my face.

"Esme didn't say, only that mad your own choices and that you were killed by a werewolf." Darius raises one eyebrow. "I am neither witch nor warlock, actually," he says, "Something of a disappointment for my mother. Oh and I think you mean wizard. Warlocks usually don't like being called Warlocks. Sensitive souls. Warlocks are generally in league with unnatural forces. But I digress. No, I am not a witch or wizard. I am a magician." "What's the difference?"

Andrea's father sighed, "I was away, Andrea. Our Nasriantra clan was considered weak when I went outside the city to kill rogue werewolves. Thus she let you marry Tobias Edmund. I'm sorry that nothing I could do but I have Xander keep me updated." "Huh?" The three of us: Andrea, Hunt, and I were perplexed after hearing the name 'Xander'. And with that, a man with a black cloak and with golden glowing eyes of a demon came in. We were suddenly alerted but Andrea's dad signed us to calm down. "Betas and the war werewolf of Liberty City, meet the secret warlock of the city, Xander Wardwell. The only person who can do magic in our leftover world." "Finally, the infamous secret warlock of Liberty

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”