Famous Warlock Names Novels & Stories

I say my emotions starting to get the best of me I'm so near shifting to my wolf form. "Seth," she growls, her eyes still glued on the wolves ahead of us. "Get out of my way, you're messing with the wrong bitch," Moira growls at them. "Moira, Moira, Moira..." a guy says coming out from behind the wolves, they all bowed their heads and moved out of his way. "You," Moira growls at him, "What's the meaning of this Jace? We're too old for tag games aren't we?" Moira says she knows the guy?

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

She said and sighed once more. "In the past there were so many different creatures. Their were vampires , warlocks, witches, fairies and even mermaids, but there was never any wolves or lucan. See lucans were only placed on the earth when the Great War came. Vampires were always peaceful, they fed off of animals, but one night a group of vampires were attacked by warlocks, for a reason we don't know, and eventhough warlocks were powerful, the vampires were to fast. Rafael the clan leader of the vampires ,bit into a warlock and when he tasted the warlocks blood, he went mad. The powers of a warlock lives inside of him. So when Rafael drew the warlocks blood he also drew the warlocks power. It

( It asks in a proud manner) ALEXANDER : Who are you and why are you trying to destroy Haven?? ( He asks in a calm tone as he moved his horse forward, staring intently at the dark cloud) FACE OF A MAN FORMED IN THE CLOUD : Hmm… Because of the name you have made for yourself, I shall entertain your questions. I am Drake Manchester, Warlock of shadow but you can call me the Shadow King and for your second question, I do not want to destroy Haven. I merely just want to enslave it’s people and bring them as an offering to the Dark god.

A man reaches out to grab my arm tightly and yanks the knife out of my hand and pulls me to his chest. "Such a shame, I would have really loved to get to know such a woman". Dumbstruck I am unable to speak. I hear my father from behind me clear his throat. "Calliope, meet Alexander Bathory. Head of the warlock council, son of the covenant leader Constantine Bathory.... and your betrothed".

I said to him and he smiled, revealing his set of uneven teeth. “Me neither.” He leaped down from the stunk. “You look just like her,” he said, studying me, “A lot like her.” “You remember?” I questioned, because I didn’t expect the warlock to the remember one of his many clients. “I never forget. So, what can I do for the Netherlands Alpha?” “I need to find someone,” “If you are looking for someone, then all you need to do is search.” “He’s not that easy to find. He goes by the name Darth.”

A growl rippled through the guards as they all shifted their weight, eager and waiting for my order to attack. I lifted my hand slightly to keep them at bay for now. “Then start talking,” I said. “Right now.” The warlock exhaled slowly, shoulders sagging, but it didn’t look like fear. It looked like exhaustion. “My name is Roland. I used to serve as one of the King's mages,” he said, but quickly accepted that wasn't what we cared about. "This land was already dying when I arrived. A plague had taken root weeks before I ever set foot here.”

It made Ariadne blush and Abram annoyed. "What is it, Damien?" Abram was surprised to even know that was his name in the first place. He got tired I calling him 'hey' or 'warlock' without sounding condescending. "Us warlocks and witches have found the way." Abram frowned, "What way do you speak of?"

"You look awfully worried for him." "That's because I am. I have seen that kid's eyes tearing up everytime he talked about his mother. He longs for company. He wants to be called Muhammad but you people especially you don't agree to him being called Muhammad. He is just a child," she huffed loudly not noticing Aban's face that was getting harder as each word she spoke. "I don't want to curse you girl, but I'd say you'd be worst than me if you were at my place." Minahil narrowed her eyes at this.

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.