Barbarian Warlock Novels & Stories

Caiden shouted. Jarus stopped and glanced back through his shoulder. “I will gather my men and rally them to Elijah and Lady Sophia. They must know that the Bane of the Dragons had been awakened.” Sophia didn't understand. Turn him back to what? She wracked her brain trying to figure out what exactly he meant when it dawned on her. A smile cracked her face, and she sprinted toward the battle, pushing magic into her feet to increase her pace to an ungodly speed. She barely heard Caiden’s voice calling out to her.

This man was Barbarian King, who also belonged to Moloch’s alliance. Not only that, but Barbarian King’s descendant was also a member of Second God. It was unknown how the trio came together. The three had formed an alliance to fight against the skeleton soldiers. There were a total of seven or eight hundred skeleton soldiers. Aside from that, a steady stream of skeleton soldiers continued to emerge from the ice layer. Although these skeleton soldiers were in large numbers, they were clearly inferior to those three Demigods. They had all demonstrated amazing methods. Banjee’s body was engulfed in a faint green light, and he wielded a strange weapon that looked like a reaper’s sickle in his h

Okay, I have to play this right, they were warriors, massive and expert. They came from the opposite side—half-wolves, half-mercs, growling and stinking of wolfsbane and dark serum. “Oh great,” I snarled. “Party’s full!” That’s when Barbie decided to show off.

“She’s bound herself to forces beyond mortal comprehension. Not a wolf or a mere pack leader. There’s more.” “What more?” Raven demanded. “She has a mate,” Malrik said, each word deliberate. “But not a wolf, he's a warlock. From the Hollow Veil.” The words hit Raven like a blade to her chest. A warlock? That explained the sudden surge of dark magic, the eerie efficiency with which Lyandra had dismantled her enemies. The ritualistic bloodshed, the sigils, the chants, all of it pointed to a partnership that could rival even the greatest guardians.

“I have. I’ve tried to get it out of him. But he truly doesn’t know the depths of it.” I gave him a questioning look. “It was a spell he did from a book of Seals that King Detry possesses. Hawk didn’t even know what all it entailed.” Warlord sighed. “And he certainly didn’t know the girl was my sister.” “That is why he obeys you so thoroughly.” Warlord blew a thoughtful breath. “Both from remorse and fear of what would happen the day I decided to seek vengeance.” “You would destroy him.” I supplied. “I could. If I wished.”

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

" Alejandro, the man who was taking care of the office, called me back. "What the hell?" I cursed, knowing how dangerous that desert was. A week ago, there was a war between us, the Lycans, and the werewolves. In fact, that was the main reason why I built another office at the border, just to make sure no werewolves would evade my kingdom again. Although the war had ended, there were still landmines. A few that remained untouched. My men built them to look like a small hill, and I knew she would see them then as one.

This ancient conflict, the scrolls revealed, was not merely a war for territory or power; it was a clash of ideologies, a struggle over the very essence of their magical heritage. The Lunaris, the scrolls explained, were associated with shadow and mystery, wielding magic that manipulated the darkness, the night, and the unseen energies of the world. The Solari, in contrast, were beings of light and purity, their magic drawing upon the sun’s radiant energy, focusing on healing, protection, and the balance of nature. The Obsidian Pack, they learned, was a splinter group of the Lunaris, warped and twisted by their dark magic, consumed by a lust for power that had corrupted their very essence.

I said. "Rowan tried to use your rank against you," he said. "He will keep trying," I said. "It is the only weapon he has that does not require a law he cannot currently enforce." Derek turned from the window and looked at me. Something in his expression was different from the council room. The council room version of his face was armored in a specific way, every element in exactly the right place. This was a different version. Not soft. More complete. "The Gray bloodline," he said.

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”