Famous Warlock Names Novels & Stories

An old friend, Rufus, a powerful Warlock, came to see Zachary about the dire situation. "They are dark witches, Zachary. They use forbidden spells—black magic. Trust me, I had no idea they were aiding the vampires. Let me help you win this war. I’ll put them in their place," Rufus offered, his eyes glinting with determination. "We need all the help we can get, Rufus. Thank you," Zachary replied gratefully. Warlocks were incredibly rare—only five existed in the entire world, each one possessing the power of a hundred witches combined. Rufus called upon his fellow Warlocks to join the fight against the dark witches.

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?

The warlock took her hand, kissing the top, garnering a growl from my dad. “I always forget how possessive wolves are. My name is Luz. Pleasure to meet you.” The warlock stated, taking a step back. If the warlock hadn’t come so highly recommended by Sarah, a witch that our pack have worked with for years, I am sure my dad would have put him in his place for touching my mom. As it was, I could see my dad seething next to Luz. Anders stepped forward, clearly wanting to get down to business, although the smile across his face told me that he was enjoying the situation. If the situation was reversed and that was Harley on the other end of the kiss, I knew that he would not be very happy.

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.

I sighed, “If you would like to shift, there are some shorts in the hollowed-out part of the tree directly behind you.” The tiger walked to the tree line and found the tree with the shorts in it. I asked Singarti, “Are you sure about this?” She replied, “I am positive. You’ll see.” I continued picking blackberries and asked one of the angel guards, “Can you tell if that white tiger had dark magic?” He replied, “When he comes back, I will check and let you know.” The most beautiful specimen of a man started walking toward me. Tall, close to seven feet tall, a chest so wide Singarti could curl up and use it for a bed. He had platinum blond hair that was past his shoulders and the icy blue eyes

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).

And the friend who we now call the enemy. Slone. A new warlock.