Blood Warlock Novels & Stories

They were taken with surprise when they saw me with the gun, I didn’t know how to hold gun but I couldn’t let them ruin my mother, destroy everyone that I have ever loved. The futility of war can never be overemphasized, the destruction it innovates to different ethnicities. “Get out!” my mother ordered the soldier on top of her, my face was mean, they could decipher that I would fire if they dared move. “Na devil cause am, abeg no shoot” pleaded the soldier who had almost raped my mother “Give me the gun” mama ordered, she knew that I was no born instinct terminator. I passed the gun to her, the minute displayed like a flash, mama released the first shot on the pervert soldier while the oth

“Blood does not need cleansing. It needs acceptance.” --- In the sky the confrontation of winged beings. Evelyn rose into the blood‑red heavens. Below, Valenfort burned. Above, Alaric Seraphim spread wings of flame and rained destructive beams. Light and blood collided, exploding into thousands of shards. Evelyn struck Alaric’s plasma blade aside and counterattacked; her blood rose into black whips that coiled and lashed at his wings. “You don’t understand,” Alaric roared, voice thunderous. “Your blood is a disgrace to both worlds!”

“Anyway, whatever they were doing, hopefully it’s over now, right? He’s dead. And Calder killed his associates when we got out of there. Whatever their plan was, it’s got to be over now.” I hoped. Christ. Take over the world. Hubris, but…fucking terrifying hubris. Hawthorne and company might have been pretty fucking far from doing any such thing, but how much damage could a group of warlocks do on a smaller scale, working toward a goal like that? Strike that, I knew exactly how much damage, because I’d been part of the wreckage left behind. And so had Nate, for that matter.

Lucy yelled. “Are you serious? You’re always in remediation for training.” “That’s why it will be hilarious when I kick your ass. Don’t forget, I have warrior blood.” “You also have homo blood.” “What did you just say?” Lucy's skin flushed bright red as she planted her feet into a fighting stance, her hands clenched into fists. “You heard me.”

Mummo nods to my mates, making me smile. “Alphas of Blood Moon and Wolf Creek, Kings of the Bloodwrath Kingdom; do Blood Moon and the Bloodwrath Kingdom swear loyalty to the realm and the Hale Kingdom, to protect the realm of werewolves, lycans, and vampires alike?” Mummo requests, as Osric grabs the dagger first, passing it to Jonathan, and then Embry as they take their turn slicing their hands and bleed into the goblet.

And now, as I grapple with the turmoil raging within me, I can't help but wonder if our bond is worth the pain it brings. As I continue my solitary walk, the turbulent emotions swirling within me threaten to overwhelm my senses. With each step, I can feel my warlock side growing more restless, an ominous presence lurking just beneath the surface. It's a dangerous game, letting my warlock side emerge, as its power is much harder to control compared to my wolf side. Usually, I rely on my wolf to maintain balance, but today feels different—the power coursing through me is too potent to be quelled by my wolf alone.

The battlefield was drenched in blood, the scent of war thick in the air. Ryker fought like a beast unleashed, his claws slashing through enemies without hesitation. Every strike sent vampires flying, their bodies crumbling under his raw power. His eyes glowed with rage, his wolf pushing for control as he tore through the army that dared to invade his land.

Garrett from the right, his movements economical and deadly. The three warriors spread out, trying to flank me while Draven hung back, watching with those calculating silver eyes. I pulled power and let it flow through me like water. Silver flames erupted in a protective circle, forcing them to adjust their approach. But these were not the Council's warriors—these were Blood Moon's finest, and they knew how to fight magic. Lyra phased through my flames, her wolf partially manifesting to give her immunity. Her claws raked across my side, drawing blood. Pain sharpened my focus.