Famous Warlock Names Novels & Stories

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 don’t want anyone else; I will find her.” “Darth won’t let her go,” he paused, “But you already know that; you are delusional enough to think you can actually kill him.” His gaze on me was scrutinizing as he said, “My services don’t come cheap.” “Name your price and you’ll have it.” “I don’t care for money. Money is worthless to creatures like me, but there are a few precious things I could take in exchange.” Warlocks were generally known for their coy, tricky nature, and I didn’t for once think Magnux to be an exemption.

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.”

I spoke, coughing in between, flashing my own smile in the end. "Ooh, you have no idea, do you?" He faked pity, looking at me with his head tilted. "This place has been cloaked from the rest of the world by the most powerful warlock to ever live. Your stupid...What's her name again?" He trailed off, rubbing his chin.

"I don't know where to start from really but first of all this is my sister Katharina and my name isn't really Eric its Eriza, Eriza Ar'sanin and I'm a warlock." A loud laugh erupts from my mouth. "What are you talking about Eric, I've known you for years how can you be a warlock. Stop pulling my leg Eric." I look at him thinking he will join in on my laugh but he's has a really serious expression on his face, he's not joking. "Wait Eric are you being serious right now?" "I'm deadly serious Lena, I won't joke about such a thing." "But how have you been able to keep this a secret for such a long time?"

he sneered. Anger surged through my veins, fueled by the wolf's fierce instincts. "Your knowledge and power pale compared to the light that radiates from within me," I retorted, conviction lacing my voice. "I hold the power of unity, of balance. The purity of my spirit will vanquish your darkness." “Is that so?” With a wave of his hand, the warlock summoned twisting tendrils of black magic, aiming to entangle me in their malicious grip. However, I was prepared; I countered his attack with a powerful shield, my voice channelling ancient incantations.

pack full of pigs, a crime that was rated to be hundred pacrnt inhuman. He was considered, the most dangerous man on earth, and had given the security a though time, before he was finally apprehended, though there were arguments about this ranking, some said, he was not the most dangerous and they had considered the warlock himself as their number one most dangerous man on earth, and he would always said, Luku alone should be awarded with the title, but only few of Ago oba people knew about Luku, and what he was capable of, but he also never loved the site of Oro manner of investigation, but since he was so respirate, he may lastly have to call him for help, as he won't risk it, not to know

while Warren rushed towards the man to save the damsel in distress but the envisioned rescue was cut short as Warren fragmented into pieces like a bloke of ice made into ice cubes. "Life Return" a tiny voice sounded and Warren reorganized into piece again under the cast spell. But it visibly took a large toll on him since beads of sweat were flowing down his face and he was coughing out huge amounts of blood. Warren was injured and weakened as the spell he cast was surely not without a price. Life Return it seems was not an easy spell to cast. "A life warlock. Fascinating," the man mused friskily at what he saw. Warlocks are those experts that do not follow the standard road to immortality.

"Esme didn't say, only that mad your own choices and that you were killed by a werewolf." Darius raises one eyebrow. "I am neither witch nor warlock, actually," he says, "Something of a disappointment for my mother. Oh and I think you mean wizard. Warlocks usually don't like being called Warlocks. Sensitive souls. Warlocks are generally in league with unnatural forces. But I digress. No, I am not a witch or wizard. I am a magician." "What's the difference?"

Steve announced after a short while, waving a folder that contained the details regarding the blacksmith named Hefetus. "According to this record there was only one blacksmith that goes by that name, Hefetus, and his workshop happened to be famous at Brujeria. I guess that is how he got introduced to the Schoolmaster." He told his friends as he skimmed through the pages. In actuality, Hefetus was a fire-wielder warlock with a humble beginning. But eventually, he made a name for himself within the mage community thanks to his innovative ideas in creating weapons.