Barbarian Warlock Novels & Stories

So he closed his eyes and began his prayer, mind immediately painting a picture of Alarick in his head, and he unconsciously lit a candle for the abstract wish that formed in his mind. His heart squeezed at the thought of the barbarian fighting, and he told himself it was merely worry for his own people. Alarick was the strongest wall between Kalise and destruction. Erriene chased away the images of Alarick bleeding on the ground while trolls made their feast and reasoned with himself that Alarick would never let himself be taken down by anything barring the gods himself. Alarick was too arrogant for that. But yet, he can’t stop himself from praying for the barbarian’s health and salvation.

The type of warrior summoned depends on the nature of the souls used and the user's skill. Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

Bird has learned Druidic Golemancy Lv 1] Finally, Earl made a Bat with large ears and no face. But it didn't join the other avians and just slept on Earl's back. [Your army has progressed into the Druidic-age by the achievements of [Skeletor], [Dorime], [Upton O. Goode], and [Earl E. Bird]. Warlocks can use new Golem and spell blueprints after a Wizard unlocks them.] [Warlock role unlocked!] [Warlock: Preachers of the Abyssal Will that bring chaos upon the world using mystical forces. +20 abyssal force]

If you don't agree, let's have a noble duel. This time, Baron Lorient was provoked. To be honest, Baron Lorient was a fifth level magician. This level of combat power was considered quite good even among the nobles of the continent, after all, nobles relied more on inheritance than military strength. But Baron Stewart was a dragon vein warlock, so he couldn't really beat him.

But I’m here alone, as usual, so I have to put up with whatever the fuck this is. “Get her, boys. Hold her down and we’ll show her what real men can do,” the middle one sneers. My warlock abilities may be weak, but they’re not completely gone yet. And right now, I don’t care how much damage I’m going to do to the bar. I grip the counter. Before they can even move, the floor shudders and the tiles rip apart as vines burst through them, grabbing them all. They fight back, shocked by the sudden aggression on my part, or maybe by the vines.

Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and stomped her way out of the ground. . . . . _____ . . . ."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy." "Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.

I elbowed him, but he didn’t even flinch. Idiot. Onion-head. "Anyway," the bald man went on, returning to his grim tone, "Eryx started gathering followers. Other warlocks who thought like him. Who saw wolves as a subspecies. Beasts with strength but no will of their own. Beings who didn’t deserve the gifts they had." "And that’s how the war began," the bartender added, his voice almost a whisper. "Warlocks against wolves," Icarus said, arms crossed, his voice deep and tense.

I slid my arm around his and batted my lashes flirtatiously. "Ah my lord, I am afraid I belong to Alpha Mason." "Then I shall fight him for your hand!" Marcel yelled. "My soldiers against yours. You barely have a handful of soldiers, ending you will be swift. " "Now, calm down my lord," I said breathlessly. "Surely a man of your stature can forgive a lowly pack like ours..." I trailed off, staring off into the distance. That scent! Sandalwood and pines. That damned scent. I had it burned in my memory, never to be forgotten.

Coal declared sounding all majestic. "I don't care what you are or what you want. You can rule all you want but not when it comes to Hari. That's different. And you think I am weak? I am a warlock. You are in me and not me in you. If you think you can survive without me, think again. I could find magic to weaken you or even kill you! I don't care if I lose the wolf side for Hari. I love him!" He was shouting by the time he was done and all he heard was silence on the other side.

Busaba put on the hoodie over her head to shield herself from the heat of the sun. Her opponents were so confident despite being short of soldiers. She thought that in many scenarios that… always… the quantity would always win this war. They had roughly more than one thousand soldiers including the lion clan; one of the strongest clans in the continent, the bear clans; didn’t come short from the lion clan and also a few talented wizards. Wizards are the wicked type of magician who heavily experimented and consumed human flesh to have ever-lasting youth. The opponent however had vampires, werewolf clans, dragon tamers, magicians, and elves.