Blood Warlock Novels & Stories

Instead, he raised both hands and dark energy began gathering around his body as though he were preparing for something much larger. Vaelgor immediately charged. His silver sword struck Alaric's dark barrier with enough force to shake the sanctuary, but Alaric pushed him backward with a single movement. Damian rushed forward next, his claws extending as his wolf surged to the surface. Alaric caught Damian's wrist. “The Blackwood bloodline always was predictable.” Damian growled and tried to break free, but Alaric twisted his arm and threw him across the floor. I screamed his name and moved toward him.

It was more responsibility than he wanted. Then the attacks started happening. The smaller packs didn't exist anymore. The remainders sought refuge in the large packs. When they attacked Linc’s pack and killed him, that's when Agnar decided enough was enough. He was down with the way the wolf world was. Linc was his best friend and if they had been in the same pack he would have asked Linc to be his beta. The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne.

I just… stared at her. For a long time, with my mouth wide open. Not blinking. Not breathing right. Trying to make sense of the words that had just fallen out of her mouth like they were not meant to crush my whole life in one blow. “So you’re telling me,” I said slowly, saying each word like it might burn me if I rushed, “that I…... I’m half vampire?” “Yes,” the councilor said in that calm, serene voice of hers, like she was explaining the weather forecast. “A dhampir to be precise.”

RUN. Everything about her was unknown. All it said was she was dangerous, extremely dangerous. She's been off the radar so long that she's seen as dead. But I knew different. As if new possible threats wasn't enough... COLE ARSONI SPECIES - WARLOCK / VAMPIRE AGE - UNKNOWN BATTLES FOUGHT - 4751 BATTLES WON - 4750 BATTLES LOST - 1 LOCATION - UNKNOWN. DECEASED. LUCIFER

He raised his hand and violently broke Urza's neck, causing everyone to gasp in shock He fell to the ground with a twisted neck and his features that immediately turned pale "Exactly...it's my girl." ... ((You are the disaster to which I am anxious to fall.)) “What did you do?” Their leader shouted angrily and pulled out his sword so that his soldiers would take out their swords as well and surround Zain at the same time. Prepare the Alpha Soldiers for transformation and display their self in a readytoattack pose Aaron sighed and closed his eyes tiredly at his brother's recklessness and then opened his eyes to stare at his silent father Stephen, confident that he was boiling inside. "Do you

DOMINIC “So, is that everything about her?” Dominic asked, not looking up from the file on his desk. Scorpion..real name Raymond..stood across from him, arms crossed behind his back. People in the underworld feared him too, not just because of the way he killed, but because of the man he served. Everyone called him Scorpion because his sting was always silent… but deadly. “Yes, boss,” Scorpion replied. “That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.”

“Let them listen.” “This enemy is not just someone, sir,” the butler said quietly, his voice tightening with urgency. “It’s your own blood. Full blood. Your father is here—lurking in the shadows of this estate—and yet he’s done nothing. Nothing to stop your mother. He let her throw you and your brother into that arena like animals. And now, he’s letting both of you walk into the lion’s den at the auction.” Dorian stood in front of the tall mirror, shirt still open, gaze fixed on his bruised and battered reflection. His face was a canvas of exhaustion, resolve, and quiet fury. He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs.

I glare at them through the strands of my hair, trying to breathe past the pain. Crawl? Not fucking likely. I’ve crawled enough for other people to last me a lifetime! I plant my hands on the ground, one of my fingers landing on some leaves growing out of the crack of the dirty floor. It’s difficult to use my warlock abilities right now because of how the drug is attacking my system. But I refuse to be a victim again. It’s a vow I made to myself all those years ago. I summon all my strength and feel the ground rumble. As do the shifters.

"Whether ghost or human, you won't escape if you dare to kill me!" Her nails scratched his wrist, and the sharp teeth retracting from her neck. A blood-red light flowed over her, healing deep wounds as it passed. Bowing his head to Laura, his voice laced with a caged murderous intent, he spoke, "Daring to seal a blood pact without permission... Do you understand the price?" As he spoke, his sharp teeth were already touching Laura's wrist. "I have nothing left, so I fear no loss." Laura stared at him with a completely indifferent expression.

But he, of course, wasn’t the one that birthed him. Even if he had been a woman, he wouldn't have birthed Alarick. Because the Warlord had to be on field, he also couldn’t afford to be hurt or die easily. It could be the death of their empire. So their family came from a legacy of children born by frost giants from a warlord’s blood. If the child was born a woman, the giants took her away. If it was a man and human, he would be the next Warlord.