Inhuman Warlock Novels & Stories

I elbowed him, but he didn’t even flinch. Idiot. Onion-head. "Anyway," the bald man went on, returning to his grim tone, "Eryx started gathering followers. Other warlocks who thought like him. Who saw wolves as a subspecies. Beasts with strength but no will of their own. Beings who didn’t deserve the gifts they had." "And that’s how the war began," the bartender added, his voice almost a whisper. "Warlocks against wolves," Icarus said, arms crossed, his voice deep and tense.

The distinction between a warlock and a poison witch doctor was that a warlock practiced a specific type of sorcery called black magic that originated in Southeast Asia. Black magic was a hybrid of witchcraft and curses designed to retaliate against specific people. Smack! "Damn it!" Chancellor Snyder slapped the table, frustrated. His entire body erupted in golden light, and behind his head appeared a crown-like halo that resembled the sun. That happened in a flash, but it reminded Chad of who the chancellor really was—Micah Snyder. Chad had learned that name from Grayson. Micah was once one of the ten most powerful warriors who fought in the battles beyond the sky.

Ajax raised his hand to the opening and Zayn tilt his head in rage. There was no way he would succumb to the vices of the enemy. "I'm not going anywhere with you," Zayn tightened his fist once again and Ajax scoffed and said, "Agreed, you're powerful but witches would always be a pain in the ass. A good reason they were destroyed from the Inhuman world" 'Ihuman world'. Could he be referring to the wolf world? He had no idea and an opening had appeared silently behind him as he made to move at Ajax, the force from within pulled him inside.

I sighed. "You knew Alice was a dragon, and having a supernatural being as your associate is beneficial. When your dark power is out of control, some can withstand it, and no human can come in contact with you; they die, and we have an incident. Do you want to create more issues?" Dave snapped back, making me shift on my legs with worry. Dave must be close to Mr. Davis to speak like that. Of course, he is, since Dave is also a warlock. "Dave, I can't keep that woman close," Mr. Davis growled.

he comments, and I roll my eyes. "What's with your hair and eyes?" I point out and he snaps his fingers. In a blink of an eye, both his hair and eyes become a bright red. He snaps his fingers again, reverting them to their previous colour. "Wow. You really are a warlock. Must be nice," I say, the corner of my mouth curved upwards. "It is. Regardless of that, I'm still an impure who is regarded as an outcast in the supernatural society," he tells me, turning away from me.

“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.

They did their job, and this one died in the process. "A vampires bite poisons the blood, how is it that he contained both while living for so long?" I questioned glancing at the man. He smiled "I would tell you if I knew but im afraid we don't know everything" he seemed to be a naturally kind person, which was strange. I looked through the rest of the sheets. His picture was from a long long time ago, that much was obvious. SHADOW SPECIES - WARLOCK AGE - UNKNOWN BATTLES FOUGHT - 2835

I tried to count how long I had been gone from my mates and I counted atleast a month and a half maybe two but it was confusing as between the abuse they would hold me sleeping in their experiments. I had the fortunate to meet many hunters and vampires, werewolves and witches but the worst was him. I don't know his name but he is a warlock / necromancer and he discovered something really funny. If they drain me or leaves a large wound that I'm too weak to heal then he can come in and take control of my body as my werewolf goes to sleep too perserve energy and my vampire side awakens just a bit. So this warlock loves too experiment on me to see how far he can push my body to make his bidding.

"So, say it slow for the girl who missed a decade. The last fight in North Carolina popped the Gray like a blister. All kinds of crap came running out into the real world. We shacked up with the Blackwoods, made a bunch of babies, passed some supernatural laws, and spent years driving around like a popular TV show, taking out the uglies one city at a time." She took a cautious sip of the bitter sludge and winced. "Then, more poop. Some asshat magician caused a Pulse and stole the magic from the furry ones. Now humans, warlocks, and God knows what else are fighting for a pound of flesh. Was this all Asmodeus? Just his greed?"

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”