Blood Warlock 소설 & 이야기

"What about my brother? he's a werewolf too." "Think about his special ability. it's mindreading. what if he founded the murderer with his special ability? When i got to the scene, he was already stabbed by that murderer, right? it's like he knows everything about them and when they kill their victims he can see it in his head."

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

So much blood everywhere. My father had managed to coerce the Rivers man: the greatest warlock of all time to fight on our side. The man was truly a formidable force to be reckoned with and with his help, we had won all the previous battles. The high of our wins had gotten to our heads and we knew with the warlock on our side, we would finally win the biggest battle and the war and my father will achieve his goal: finally be superior to the other vampire clans and rule them. His thirst for more power was bigger than anything I had ever seen.

“I warned them you’d be stubborn, but they believe time will wear you down.” “Then they’re as foolish as they are old.” Her lips thinned, but she didn’t argue. Just turned and left without another word. I wasn’t sure if I won or lost that round, but the room felt colder when she left. A few hours later, Connor and Logan stormed in like they had fire under their boots. “Alpha Adrian,” Logan said. “We’ve got movement on Alpha Brandon.” That got my attention. “Talk.” Connor tossed a folder on my desk. “He’s met with two different warlocks this week—rogue bastards. One specializes in blood magic, the other in forest-based enchantments and defense.”

Father shook his head. “She declined it. She made an announcement, much more like a curse, drenched in blood, standing in the bloodied pool of dead bodies in the middle of the battlefield, looking dead into Micah’s eyes. She declared that, like Micah had made her and her bloodline suffer… the demonic werewolves will return and wage sixty-six wars against the outer world. In each war, the outer world would be trashed by evil not just from the demonics but by their own people as well,” father said.

I knew everyone was counting on me to destroy this warlock … and that is what I intended to do. I had two advantages in this fight. I was powerful, and I had my wolf, Abby, to help me. As I leapt across the space, meeting the warlock in mid-air, I released my claws trying to grab the warlock’s throat. I managed to claw him deeply but not before he quickly mended the slices with his own abilities. He could not heal, but he could throw up a spell quickly to prevent a lot of blood loss.

Her remaining good hand raked over my arm, nails biting into my skin and creating four long scratches that welled with my blood. “Die, bitch!” I growled out, forming a fist with my hand and preparing to use my magic to kill her. I closed my eyes, knowing I could just as easily reverse cellular repair and shred her heart to pieces. Remy merely let out a cackling laugh of triumph, completely unbothered my her broken wrist, hand twisted at an unnatural angle. “Kill her and you lose your gamma,” came the blonde warlock’s amused voice.

Alice whispered, her voice trembling. Elara hesitated, her fingers brushing the pendant at her throat, her eyes distant with a sadness that made Alice’s chest ache. “Because I’ve been where you are,” she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Torn between worlds, between hearts.” She stepped closer, her hand hovering near Alice’s, not touching but close enough to feel the warmth. “I was born under a blood moon, Alice. My mother was a healer, my father a rogue wolf. They thought they could live between worlds, but the packs came for them. Crimson Moon burned our village when I was twelve, left me with nothing but this.” She held up her palm, revealing a faint scar, jagged like a claw mark. “