Blood Warlock Novels & Stories

“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,

He was going to play the Grim Reaper tonight and he had no remorse about it. “You kept her because you wanted to prevent this. She is alive and it is still happening. You may be my King but I am your friend and your safety is more important to me than whatever that woman has to say” his voice firm. I had no energy to comment anymore. I still felt bursts of the antidote in my system that urged me to go lay down in an ice bath and tremors from my blood that had gone missing from the blade. All the hassle to get that sword was to secure my blood and it was just gone. Right under my nose.

War drums echoed across the compound as Bloodfang forces emerged from the forest like a tide of shadow and steel. From the walls, I could see Kael's banners streaming in the wind that preceded the coming storm crimson cloth marked with the snarling wolf head that had once been my own symbol. "Three hundred warriors, just as the scouts reported," Marcus observed grimly, lowering his spyglass. "Plus siege equipment and what looks like a full complement of battle-mages." Battle-mages. Wolves trained to channel raw pack energy into destructive force. They couldn't match the individual power of an Eclipse Covenant heir, but working together they could level entire sections of wall.

I wish I could stay here forever. True to his word, the warlock journeyed back with me in two days. We reach the Rumble pack and the battle began. I unleashed Dan who was seething mad. Dan had gone feral and almost lunatic. As the warlock faced chan and his dad, Dan faced the alpha and his loyal idiots. The rest of the pack who opposed him we're all put in the dungeons. Those who were fools came to fight. The pain of rejection and loss infused the anger. Both Dan and I saw red. Crimson tidal wave of rage. By the time we came to, I was lying in blood. Swimming in blood. The warlock and his son were dead and burnt beyond recognition except their heads. I couldn't even remember anything.

"Just let me kill them already so the chaos realm can devour the universe dimension! There will only be one chaos realm from now, and no other universe." The Blood God muttered a spell, and a tidal wave of blood spanning over a thousand meters tall appeared behind him. He let out a cry of fury, and the bloody wave came rushing towards Wilbur and Augheimer. Just as it was about to reach the two men, it turned into an army of tall soldiers armed with battle axes that charged ahead. "We're going in!" Orkot and Fremont charged, casting attack after attack against the soldiers in the bloody wave. Yet the two men were too small, and it was not long before the bloody wave swallowed them and continu

They moved with a liquid grace that didn’t care about physics, like rules were optional. The first clash became a chaotic bloodbath, instantly. A massive Lycan warrior swung a broadsword straight for a Vampire soldier’s neck. The Vampire didn’t even bother to draw a weapon. He just lifted a hand and a whip of glowing dark-red blood-magic snapped into existence from his palm, shattering the Lycan’s iron blade like it was brittle glass, then slicing clean through the warrior’s armor. “They’re using blood-magic!” Jace’s voice cut through everything. They can manipulate the iron in our blood if they get too close!

I looked up, my vision blurring as the Warlord's empty gaze fixed on me. "The two bloodlines," it continued, the echo vibrating in my marrow. "The Sun-fire and the Moon-frost. You are the anchors that keep the Void at bay. To end the balance, we must end the blood. We have come to devour the Lycan Queen and the Black Wolf heir. When your lights are extinguished, there will be nothing left to hold back the silence." My blood ran cold at the Warlord's terrifying declaration. It had not come to destroy the world.

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

The warlock pushed the silver knife harder against my chest, the blade pressing with dark intent as his eyes burned with fanatical certainty. I turned my head while resisting the pressure, the cold metal biting into my skin but not yet breaking through. My gaze locked with Elara’s across the battlefield. She stood there staring at me, pain raw and unguarded in her eyes, her hands still clenched from the fight she had just finished. I looked down at the subtle swell of her belly, barely visible beneath her clothes yet carrying the most precious thing in my life. Seeing her there, carrying our child amid all this violence, ignited something deep inside me. The restraint I had maintained over m

he shouted. I met his gaze, my powers burning. “Not tonight. Not ever.” The battle raged. Vampires fell to fire, wolves tore through their ranks, witches cast spells that lit the night. But the army was strong, relentless, endless. I fought without fear. My vampire blood gave me speed and strength, my witch blood gave me magic, my wolf blood gave me instinct. I was whole. I was powerful. And I would not let Valerius win. He reached me finally, his blade striking hard. I blocked, sparks flying, the force pushing me back.