Blood Warlock Novels & Stories

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.

Walking into the old abandoned building, Carl set Madison down on the ground as he wiped off the sweat on his forehead. He examined her wound with a deep frown on his face and although it was just a little scratch that would heal in days, he was still angry and bloodthirsty. He wanted to harm those that have put her in such a situation. He wanted to hear them cry out to him for forgiveness as he makes them go through so much more than Madison had experienced.

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

The house looked like a room for aiding the wounded. “They were attacked by the brown werewolves you’re saying,” Convel explained. “You are fighting your kind?” It is still new to me, I never heard werewolves fighting each other. “Aren’t your kind doing this too?” Alarick asked without looking at me, he is looking at the werewolves who look like patients being treated by healers. “Our tribe is full of hunters and we never had internal issues.” I proudly said as I am trying to figure out why they brought me here.

"Unfortunately I cannot young miss, I have been asked to keep you out, and I will be more than glad if you stayed here upon my request, we do not need to draw blood, these carpets are too fine to be spoiled" "Last warning... Step–! Aside–!" "My deepest apologies" he said widening his stance. Annette couldn't smell vampire or wolf in him, it meant he's a wizard or a warlock, so speed it is then, a ball of fire can only travel so fast, and Ray has shown her how fast she should move in order to outmaneuver lightning, the two most basic assault spells a warlock uses against a vampire, lightning to stun, fire to ash.

“Like you, my father was a wolf and my mother of magic. But my mother was Demetia, the Timebender. And my father was Fury…The First Beast.” Warlord scoffed. “You claim to be a descendant of the First Beast.” Rampage’s green eyes slitted. “How is this funny?” “So many wolves claim thus.” “Yes, but a few of us are.” “If that was the case, why would he not have you with him?” “Because Fury’s sons don’t roam with him. They’re strategic pieces he leaves in his wake.” “Oh, and what is your strategy?” It was clear, Warlord wasn’t buying a word of this.

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.