Famous Warlock Names Novels & Stories

“It was maybe partly what they injected in me, but there was magic too. Warlock magic. Your—his magic. You might be better at figuring it out than Arik would be.” “I’ll do my best,” Nate said dubiously. “No promises. What the fuck were they doing to you, anyway? To any of you. I mean, the way you described it, they were torturing you, and I can’t figure out why. Last year…” Nate stopped and swallowed hard, looking shifty, and then sighed. “Fuck it. If you’re you, and you’re not working for anyone he was involved with, then there’s no reason not to tell you this. Last year we heard a rumor that there was a group of warlocks, mostly, but some other supernaturals, led by my father, and they had

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

To cite words and make a particular thing happen had been Hawk’s forte. Warlord’s jaw was ticking, and he was in such a foul mood that men and women alike skittered from his path. Thus, he was astounded when one young mage stepped into his path in the lowest hall of the castle, on the way to the foyer. A strong, redheaded young man, whom rarely spoke. Warlord knew his face. Recalled what his name was. It’d been the knights here that named him. Even when very young, he’d put such a fight with the knights on enough occasions, they’d dubbed him Rampage.

“You should head back to the room and start packing a bag for a few days, pack light clothes and don’t worry about any accessories. Warlocks are a lavish people, but they despise when it looks like others are trying to be more flamboyant than them.” “What kind of creatures are Warlocks?” “They’re Elves.” ‘Oh, dear gods.’

He turned to me with a rare vulnerability etched across his stony face. "Linda, everyone I cared for has been lost to the ravages of time and war. But this—this fight—is to ensure that no one else suffers the same losses." His voice hardened with resolve. "Let's prepare; your vision is a sign we cannot ignore." We moved quickly then, the urgency of my vision propelling us forward. Every second counted—a fact Marcellus knew all too well. He began to chant in an ancient tongue, fingers drawing intricate symbols in the air, weaving a spell that would take us to where we were most needed. To my astonishment, not only was Marcellus a werewolf and seer, but he was also a warlock, similar to my own

"He doesn't want you to be locked away, he just wants you to be protected. That is all. Once we know who we can trust, it will be easier." "The man in that photo?" I asked and he sighed. "He is a warlock," he said. "He is one of the King of Witches and Warlocks Advisors. We are looking into it." I nodded as the smell of strawberries and watermelons filled my senses. Hela whimpered. "Mate." Came a deep voice startling both of us. Alpha Grant Doyle's POV

Rise" whispered to them after I was done. The wind died down till not a sound was made. Then they all slowly stood and faced me, every wolf in all directions around me. They all rose with my command ringing in their ears, beating in their hearts, and they all got ready We might have to prepare for a war with the most dangerous deadly types of wolves all across all three worlds. We might have to protect the world against Hades and his demon wolves.

My face remained emotionless because I didn’t want them to enjoy my discomfort. A man approached, less than twenty years old with a funny smile on his lips. He was more than two feet taller than me, and he was not thin but had tough muscles. Looking at his cat-eye pupils I knew he was a warlock and a very powerful one because the others around us stop talking and waited for him to speak.

“Why do you always think that when the Council wants a Magickal brought to them, he’s going to get punished?” “He isn’t? It must be something about his blood, then. He’s an unregistered Magickal?” “Well, that’s the clincher, really. That’s why we specifically need you for this assignment. He’s a warlock and he has no idea, and he lives a Mundane as much as we know of, who manages to make himself a billionaire therefore he can afford to live outside of the grid.” I snort. “You’re kidding me. That’s like a made-up story.”

Fae Queen Lucinda interjected. “Excuse me but the title is Grand Warlock Bates, I am no mere Master.” The Warlock Bates fumed. I could see the Fae Queen Lucinda has a since of humor. I for one had a very hard time keeping a straight face. While many others in the crowd were snickering under their breath. It helped that The Grand Warlock had his back to the entire room and didn’t notice this.