Famous Warlock Names Novels & Stories

“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.”

The Wolf Slayer. I didn’t know his real name. For the longest time he was only referred to as that. He has haunted and killed thousands of wolves in the past twenty years, and he still wasn’t done. If anything, he was gaining more power and leverage over us. Packs that were once safe now feared the thought of him invading. He has never lost a battle since he started this raid almost a decade ago. The murmurs and groans around me pulled me back to the present. People were returning to their tents, obviously not happy about being woken up so early thinking we were in imminent danger only to realise it was yet another drill.

Lady Cecile continued the introduction. “They call him the Wolf Killer,” the Old Crone Shana said again and giggled. “Nobody asked you, Shana,” the Grand warlock cautioned, his eyes flashing with anger. I squinted all the more as I watched Baylor… so this was the wolf killer I had heard so much about, I should have guessed from our first encounter that he was the one. The legends had it that he had an infernal grudge against us wolves that made that of other witches and warlocks look like slight bickering.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara. Hugo slammed the book about wolvire onto the floor firmly, feeling extremely angry with him himself and at the special girl. Reksa, the lord devil who Hugo thought had complete control over Barbara, did not help the man with the scar on his cheek by saying that he could have asked the devil directly, without having to search meaningless ancient books.

he said with a sarcastic pout of his bottom lip to Max. “Before my professional wizardry examination, I want to go over the details again of everything that has transpired since the four of you met. By the way, I am Trinity the High Warlock of Saint Paul,” he said while settling down in the chair he moved closer to where we are sitting. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Gia,” I said to be polite. “The pleasure is mine,” he said with a smile that showed off his perfect white teeth.

He took only three of each group as these were very good at their job. Amongst the warlocks was one from the far land of Azania. He stood out because of his stature and complexion. As well as his skills and prowess. His name was Mtungagore. Harold had recently recruited him. He had heard of his accomplishments and he brought him to his side. Hades convinced him that the wolves were planning on wiping out all the other races. That was enough to draw him closer. However, Mtungagore was more than he let out. He had more abilities than he let out. He could control three elements as well as delve into the innermost parts of one's soul. Of course this he kept hidden from Hades.

Alexander quipped, letting go of Sheila to reveal the full might of a semi-Empyrean. When titans clashed, they would hold nothing back. "So you are a semi-Empyrean!" The Great Elder's voice betrayed a hint of awe. Among the stars, such beings were rare, and within the Summit, only their leader Shadowy Insect had reached such heights. "Better call on your warlock tricks now, or you're done for," Alexander taunted, his confidence shining as bright as his power. He was talking about the sinister art of the poison insect—a dark spell only a warlock would wield.

Andrea's father sighed, "I was away, Andrea. Our Nasriantra clan was considered weak when I went outside the city to kill rogue werewolves. Thus she let you marry Tobias Edmund. I'm sorry that nothing I could do but I have Xander keep me updated." "Huh?" The three of us: Andrea, Hunt, and I were perplexed after hearing the name 'Xander'. And with that, a man with a black cloak and with golden glowing eyes of a demon came in. We were suddenly alerted but Andrea's dad signed us to calm down. "Betas and the war werewolf of Liberty City, meet the secret warlock of the city, Xander Wardwell. The only person who can do magic in our leftover world." "Finally, the infamous secret warlock of Liberty

he said, his voice low and sharp. The bald man smiled. A crooked, mocking smile. He narrowed his one eye, as if amused by the idea of provoking an alpha. "Vardam Bowen," he said, unfazed, "is the last warlock of the Bowen bloodline." A dull thud hit my chest. I shrank without realizing it, my gaze darting from Max to Icarus, searching for answers where there was only tension. "Warlock?" I murmured, mostly to myself, the taste of the word strange in my mouth.