Inhuman Warlock Novels & Stories

Further upon asking about its source, middle aged couple informed us that infected young girl was their younger daughter while her name was name Mariana, Mariana was one beautiful young girl who turned Seventeen year earlier that week and her secret long time lover Adrian proposed Marian for marriage but she declined his proposal and made fun of him in front on her entire family and friend because he was a hunchback young man, she also mentioned that she was simply using his love for her selfish motive, Adrian was a Taylor by profession he used to run a small yet very popular garment shop in their town while Mariana used to get her gowns designed from her without paying him a dime. Humiliate

Ready to attack, he scrutinizes the undergrowth and whoever needs to get out of there. We both know it's not our little mate hiding there. The rustling stops for a moment, whoever is there must have seen us now. “Beta, please, don't attack me. I'm not here with bad intentions”, we suddenly hear a male voice. Hunter sniffs a few times and relaxes. The undergrowth is pushed aside and then we see a man emerge, he is about forty years old. His clothes and hat indicate that he is a warlock. “I'm not here to argue or fight, Beta. I'm glad I can finally talk to you without entering a pack full of dangerous werewolves," he claims. “I saw you running through the woods a few days ago, but everyone cou

If, for some reason, Beatrice's quiet manipulation failed, I had other cards up my sleeve. The rogues who'd taken Duncan's mate all those years ago owed me a debt. They were outcasts, dwelling in the shadows, scavenging off the fringes of pack territories. Ruthless and untraceable, they would do what was necessary for a price. I was introduced to them when I found my mate. He was a powerful Warlock, well-connected in the supernatural world, with contacts in places most would fear to tread. He knew how to navigate the dangerous networks of witches, rogues, and other creatures that lurked in the shadows. I admired him for his strength and his secrets, but he kept many of them hidden, even from

I said, walking around him to assess how he's doing so far. I suddenly saw him flinch, then shudder. I knew instantly what was to come. He's losing control again. I knew it will be very difficult the moment I knew what his affinity was. Being a dark warlock meant his powers are immensely aggressive. And if that person with this certain affinity doesn't know how to control it, he will eventually be consumed by the power. And that is the very exact thing that I'm trying to stop happening.

"There there dearies. No need to get all worked up. I am here because I bear good news. Harold and Lucifer left in a hurry and forgot their greatest weapons. These very weapons are amongst us. Only cloaked in an invisibility spell. I asked Aurora and Mtungagore to do so for me. If you may please great warlock?" Everyone turned around to look at the Azanian warlock. He was standing at the top terrace. No one had noticed him till Summer mentioned it. With only a wave of his hand, there appeared about a hundred or so men and women. Everyone could tell that they were werewolves but had creepy darkness to them.

He roared, shooting fireballs out of his mouth. She easily dodged them, the last one she held up a hand and extinguished it easily. "I didn't come here to fight." The Warlock scoffed, "your powers say witch, but your scent screams vampire, I trust neither." Harlow had a dumb look on her face for a split second, "but you're a warlock, we are basically the same thing." He chuckled. "That doesn't mean I associate myself with your kind or anyone like me. Especially after what happened between me and my family."

she explained. “Well if he isn’t a warlock, is he human? You know that getting humans to understand that supernatural creatures exist can prove both difficult and dangerous,” I reminded her, knowing full well from my own experiences in life. I myself have had three human partners in life and though they accepted what I am with time, it wasn’t easy getting to that point despite our mutual love and adoration.

He was quiet and still enough that I had to turn to see if he was still sitting next to me. "I have watched over the Necromancers a long time. And this war against the Witches has gone on long enough. When you were brought into this world, I not only saw that you possessed the Reinhardt Talent, but also, that you would have a power like no other Reinhardt that has come before you. I went to the Great Ones and pleaded to them. I begged them to grant me a form in your world so I might guide you in putting an end to the senseless killing."

"I see.. how about Epsilon?" "Epsilons are werewolves made by gammas. They are mainly made for war, they are powerful so they can help out a lot but it's alright if he is a good one. Once going rogue, I heard his power increases at 3X and he can't differentiate between good and bad. He wants destruction and harms people." Kimberly explained. Maryn nodded her head in understanding and then she questioned, "Uhh, you said they have been taken care of. Where are they now? What happened to them?"

It was more responsibility than he wanted. Then the attacks started happening. The smaller packs didn't exist anymore. The remainders sought refuge in the large packs. When they attacked Linc’s pack and killed him, that's when Agnar decided enough was enough. He was down with the way the wolf world was. Linc was his best friend and if they had been in the same pack he would have asked Linc to be his beta. The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne.