Famous Warlock Names Novels & Stories

If it was so easy for Xander, then it should have been for Paul as well. “I don’t know. I have something else.” “Wow, you really have been busy.” “Of course. Well, you were right; there is a Warlock involved.” “How did you find this out?” “Well, you know I’m the rebellious Prince. People talk to me easier. Besides, I have my source.” “Is this source reliable?” “Without a doubt.” “Alright, so spill it. Who is it?” “Do you remember Leonard Daring?” I thought about it. “Yeah, the Warlock that was casting spells on kids and making them kill their parents.”

*** “Del-the-fucking-Spell.” Mary muttered as she stared at Deloris with recognition. Almost every upper-level warlock knew about the warlock whose expertise, when it came to spells, was legendary. Over a century ago, she’d fallen in love with a wolf and caused a massive uproar between her clan and the werewolves. There had been a fierce battle that had resulted in the death of the wolf that Del-the-Spell was in love with. Del had disappeared, never to be heard of again. “I see you’re still running with fleabags.”

Coal screamed into Ravi's head and he felt an oncoming headache. "Is this how you want to play it Coal? You sure we can't come to a compromise?" Ravi asked softly still closing in the rampant wolf who was trying to come out. "I won't bottom for another wolf!" Coal said as he struggled and Ravi didn't even use a lot of power to close the wolf in. "You see coal, what you seem to have forgotten is that I was, and still I'm, the greatest warlock to ever hold the Order of Merlin. Know what that means?

It isn’t only that he claimed Hilda. Rumors cling to him like smoke. Whispers of mates who vanished, of shadows that swallowed them whole. For years I ignored them. Now, with Hilda in his hands, I can’t. I’ve been following scraps of information. Old tavern tales. Half-remembered accounts from warriors who once visited the Hollow. Most trails end in silence, but a few fragments pointed to someone who might know more. A warlock named Maelor. Once Arlo’s ally, who was later cast out.

Mom laughed harder, “It’s not the fall that’s funny. It’s the way they fall. If his legs and arms went everywhere, that’s what is so funny and the noises they make.” He finally stated, “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help you get her out of there.” I asked, “I would love to get her out of there tonight. Is that possible?” The warlock shook his head, “Not a good idea. His senses are on high alert tonight. He will know immediately if there are disturbances. I am really proud that she has never mentioned the alliance with all the other species. The knowledge of that will definitely put his senses on edge.” I nodded, “Okay, so when would be a good time to do it?” He replied,

said the man, making his point. "They took it from me. You're late,” said Lycus Lewis exasperatedly. "Do you know where it is?" asked the man again. "I do not know. I really don't know. Even if I did, how much strength would I have to defeat him? He almost killed me a few hours ago," said Lycus Lewis in frustration. “Tell me the Warlock’s name. Let me find out for myself," said the man. "His name is Leonard," answered Lycus Lewis.

“What’s his name?” “We call him First,” said Bibler, “because he always acts before anyone else — it’s very impressive. As for his real name, I should probably leave that to him. He’s very sensitive about such matters. Doesn’t like people talking behind his back. And always seems to know when you’ve been doing it. The power of a warlock.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. It was all very mysterious. And possibly a bunch of lies. “Shall we go?” said Bibler, like we were the best of friends. Mind you, he did have the only ride in town (or just outside of town).

"Are you ... a cleric ...?" asked nervously one of the three miners who had not lost consciousness of him. "Or maybe a priest?" another miner continued. "Or maybe ..." the last miner started "a magician?" Before Zark delivered an answer, he looked around him, since he was rectifying that his spell had healed the fallen miners. Watching the other miners slowly get up, he realized that they were the same or even more confused than the three miners who remained standing. In his mind, he wanted to respond by saying "I am Zark and I am a Warlock" but decided against it, as DM recalled that in the worlds of magic and fantasy Warlocks do not have a pleasant reputation, since they are generally view

, roared Nick, Theo’s wolf, mind linking the warriors. The warriors did as they were told, aiming for the heads or hearts. Rogue heads and organs were all over the bloody field. Zeke and Darvell were killing whatever got in their way when a rogue pounced on Darvell, ripping his throat out. “No!”, screamed Zeke, his best friend died right before his eyes. He raised his hand and turned the rogue to ash. Nicholas was fighting a warlock, spells being cast and thrown at one another. “Las an dorchadas”, he chanted, the warlock fell to his knees screaming, burning from the inside out.

Mage Marcus exclaims. "We've missed your expertise, Mage Serra," Mage Thorne finally speaks up, his tone still guarded. "But may I ask how we should address you now? Will it be Mage Serra or Luna Serra?" "Hmmm, Gideon is already preparing for our renewal of vows, so after that, in public functions, you should refer to me as Luna Serra," I inform them. "But privately, while we are working, Serra is just fine." The other mages exchange glances before nodding in understanding. I can sense the excitement from them, as if they are eager to start working on something new. I smile inwardly. For sure, I will use their talents for myself.