Blood Warlock Novels & Stories

Alpha Axel’s forces, the Bloody Army, surrounded the monastery. Seven hundred armed warriors of the Blood Claw pack, known across the realm as the most formidable force—the bloody army—stood ready, their presence alone send a chill through anyone who dared oppose them. With them came three hundred soldiers from the Flames of the Hunt faith according to Axel's command, their loyalty unwavering to their king and their gods.

A white wolf locked eyes on him, grabbed the jar in its jaws, and respectfully placed it in my hand. Another wolf bared its teeth and sank them into Noah's neck. It tossed him into the air and slammed him to the ground. Just as they opened their jaws to finish him off, I raised a hand. They stopped at once, crouched by my side with their heads lowered. Noah's eyes lit up. "May, I'll… be happy to die here. But you stopped them… Does this mean—" I yawned, then continued, "You're reading too much into it. I just didn't want them tainted by your filthy blood."

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.

Then he allowed the few drops of blood to fall on the paper, creating a beautiful red pattern, before his wound healed at a very fast pace. Lilith smirked as she received the piece of paper. “Don’t go back on your word or you will regret it, Draven, or should I say, Carl?.” She warned and licked her lips playfully. He stood there, peering into her eyes expressionlessly. One would think, by her looks, that she was quite innocent and wasn’t able to harm a fly, but he knew not to be deceived. He knew that behind all that mask, she was truly a merciless and cold-hearted killer, and have seen her slay a lot of people, without remorse.

He and Clash completed warrior training, and it’s time for them to go serve in the werewolf military. Their training was to be a sharpshooter, but they can also quick shift. Dad says it’s a rare skill and makes them a valuable asset to their platoon. Marco says he’s looking forward to it. Can you believe that shit? Who looks forward to going to war? Actually, I can think of a couple of our pack members… I overheard Mom telling our female Beta Abdicate, Becca Stone, that dark witches have gotten involved. Thirty warriors from our pack alone have died this month. I haven’t told Marco. He’s going regardless. Being morbid won’t help make him stay.

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

Making the full moon night to be changed into a new one. But the bloodhounds don't stop. Roaring back ,they attack. And that's how the war begins. With a thousand against one. Marking a beginning to the most awaited war in history, with no one believing that the villain will become their hero instead. That their killer will be their saviour. That the wolf with the power to bring upon death, will fight for the lives of innocents. And his heart changer will be no one, but the girl. Alexandria King

In their search, they found another seven warriors from the Blood Wolves clan that were in the initial stage of being turned into death soldiers. Although they must have been tortured tremendously, Lyor was slightly relieved to see that the warriors from the Blood Wolves clan are still reacting to the commotion that is happening around them. Their eyes would flicker every now and then, and when the soldiers accidentally touched the marks on their backs, they would evade subconsciously as if rejecting any form of touch on their sacred insignia.

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

“The second technique is Blood Warrior. And what it does is to burn the blood essence of a Barbarian Royal in order to summon a Bloodline Beast and increase their strength temporarily. For highly talented Barbarian Royals with dense royal blood, there is no need to burn their blood essence to use this technique. However, for distant royals, they would have to burn their blood essence first. And this could leave problems for them in the future, harming their foundations.” “Also, Blood Warrior erodes the minds of all who use it, making them appear as mindless corpses. The weaker a royal’s bloodline, the easier it is for them to be influenced by the soul of the Bloodline Beast. Because of this,