Blood Warlock Novels & Stories

“You all have twenty-four hours." "Twenty-four hours for what?" Mikhail asked carefully. "To find my brother," I said. "To bring him to me. Dead or alive." "And if we refuse?" A pakhan said, his voice trembled slightly. I looked around the table. At every face, every man who thought he had power in this city. "Then I will start a war," I said quietly. "A war that will destroy everything. Your businesses, your families and your lives. I will drown Moscow’s underworld in blood if I have to. But I will get her back."

He have the blood of a vampire, but with a mixed of an alpha, which was his father’s. “ If it’s for peace and equality, my father wouldn’t say no. So expect him to take actions as soon as you asked him a favor. “ He stated with his emotionless face. All of them actually have their own advantages and disadvantages. As for Dye, he possessed both the strength of a vampire and a werewolf, but with limitations. He’s the coldest person from all seven of them.

I’d rather die that let them control me. I use my wind powers too shove Aspen away from me as I strike the warlock with multiple elements. Water, fire, ice and lightning hit him over and over again, causing him to stumble. He continues to attack without remorse and I have had about enough of him. “Maliyah no! Stop!” “That all you got little dragon,” taunts the warlock.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

"Wolves of the Blackthorn Valley!" Sharon Bloodclaw stepped out onto the high stone ledge, his massive, scarred frame draped in the heavy fur of a mountain bear. His hair was long, matted with grease and iron dust, his face twisted into an arrogant, triumphant grin as he lifted a massive, two-handed battleaxe over his head.

“Back up. What’s a Windwalker? And why does his blood help?” Elliot found his voice, but it was strained. “The Windwalker is… the counterpart to the Shadowalker. Created in the same abyssal forge by Lucifer. Where Shadowalker was a failed destroyer, the Windwalker was intended to be a perfect scourge—a being of pure, cleansing annihilation. He was made with a perfect, immortal body. His blood carries the primal energy of that creation. It could theoretically overwrite the vampiric curse.” “Great!” Bryan said, desperation making him loud. “So where is he? Let’s go get a cup of his blood!”

A man reaches out to grab my arm tightly and yanks the knife out of my hand and pulls me to his chest. "Such a shame, I would have really loved to get to know such a woman". Dumbstruck I am unable to speak. I hear my father from behind me clear his throat. "Calliope, meet Alexander Bathory. Head of the warlock council, son of the covenant leader Constantine Bathory.... and your betrothed".

She guides me on how to clean up the wounds, and what to apply on them so they don’t get infected. “He’s been mangled pretty badly, and he has lost a lot of blood. His wolf has to fight for him to regain consciousness,” Esme tells me. I swallow and look at Wendy, Felix and Alpha David. “And if his wolf is too weak to fight?” She sighs. “He’ll remain unconscious.” My lips wobble, and I give a shaky nod. “He’s gonna be fine, he’s royalty and an Alpha. He’s strong.” Wendy pats my back.

“Let me truly be honest with you and you need to shush and let me finish then you can go all manly on me.” Lazarus clamped his mouth shut and listened. “Between you and me we both know Belle will have the hardest Phasing being your eldest and firstborn of your Bloodline. It is not going to be easy. For starters her strength will be amazing as she is already has been showing amazing skills. It’s the Bloodthirst that’s going to hit her hard and fast. The problem is when she goes to kill it going to hit her hard because she was raised more in the human world where emotion gets the better of most humans where the vampire court don’t. The guilt of her first kill is going to make her run straight

Her fur silvered, her blade taller than I was, her pride older than the pack itself. She didn’t last an hour. The enemy came in waves. Endless and relentless. Soldiers wrapped in cursed ash, warlocks flanking them with fire and ice that painted the sky in screams. And beasts… gods help me, the beasts. Wolves not born of flesh, but built of bronze and bone, their howls powered by blood magic and hollow engines. One of them impaled the general through the stomach as she shielded a young soldier. I felt her death like a crack in the sky.