Halloweentown Warlock Novels & Stories

He just kept nodding his head in a dreamy mode. I had to poke him to remind him that we had already arrived at Mountainside Village. The villagers were curious when they saw unfamiliar faces, looking at us and chatting. "Who are those people?" "I don't know, but the warlock surely looks very enticing." "Warlock? Colt's hanging out with a warlock now?" "What's a warlock?" "You stupid girl! A warlock is like a male prostitute. Rich people buy them and get entertained." "Wow. So is that girl rich?"

“Do you think a little trinket from a witch can save you from what I’m about to do?” My body fell, landing my ass on the ground. I whined in pain, but at that moment, I was more horrified of my life and what he was going to do with me. It became clearer that this man was a warlock and probably the same man who cursed me and killed my parents— the man even Zarah was scared to face.

"He is the Demon Overlord, a powerful entity, and he saw me as useful. I went on missions for him—while I wasn’t skilled in the physical aspect, my knowledge and resourcefulness made up for it. I wanted to become his favorite, but with Vox, things don't work that way. You are only important to him when you are of use. I was able to complete all my tasks; I did really bad things, none of which I am proud of, and finally I was rewarded; he made me a warlock. Just as I had wanted. Still, I wanted more, and my greed got in the way. A warlock's magic never does die. If a warlock kills another, he gets a portion of their strength, so the more you kill, the more powerful you become. Of course, when

One of them. The shadows writhed, the silence grew taut and in that unsustainable stillness, i knew the war raging outside was nothing to the war that had just begun within this room and far away through the cracks of the windows, the faint cry of a howl developed, unprecedented, freezing and tinged with black magic. It was coming closer.

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.

They all wish me a magical 13th birthday as I help them set up before returning to my Grandmother and helping her set up our little trinket stall. The rest of the afternoon and the following days are all uneventful, however on the evening before the market was planning to move on, a stranger entered the market. I watched him move around the market as his aura of magick was strange. I could tell that he was a warlock, but he was more and I seemed to be drawn to him.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

The hall of the palace was hushed, though the air hummed with tension. Lark stood with his arms folded against his chest, his eyes fixed on the man standing before him. Kael had appeared as if out of thin air, his greatcoat flowing behind him like dark flesh come to life. The warlock's eyes blazed with an unnatural gold light, his stare blazing in the moon. "You don't deserve her," Lark snarled, his wolf straining near the surface. "She's not yours."

“Maybe a piece of this ass,” one of them sneers in a disgusting manner. I smile at him and reach out to touch his arm. He lets out an instant howl of pain as he receives the worst electric shock of his life. I don’t even flinch but I let them hear the crackle of electricity coming from my hand. Pissing off a warlock is a bad idea. Even if she is half a warlock. I see them stiffen as they realize what I am, and the sudden wariness in their eyes is almost gratifying.