Inhuman Warlock Novels & Stories

Wolfgang raised the corner of his lips, and he approached Selina. When their faces were only ten centimeters apart, Wolfgang stopped moving. "you aren't human." Selina was see-through by Wolfgang, and her heart suddenly beat faster than usual. She didn't know why she was discovered, but she better not tell the truth. "Why am I not human?" Wolfgang saw that she was still stubbornly denying it, so he did not hesitate to take out the knife he always carried. Selina was also taken by surprise by Wolfgang's actions. He took a knife and cut himself into the flesh of his arm. But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened.

His presence was so unnerving. "...but that's something you need not to worry about now, Benny boy. War is coming... A big one. Something that is bigger than all of us." He said, picking his nails leisurely. "We know that, Okiro. We also know that you are working with the humans." I seethed. "Traitor! " One of my deltas growled. The warlock just crossed his arms leisurely, looking at us...with a stupid smile on his face.

My friends advance alongside me, ready to take on the world. "Stop." My voice rings clear and a wave moves through the room, causing everyone to look at me. Ezequiel laughs hard. "You think your puny tricks can scare me? I am a Warlock, raised on the fears of children, and bred from the ice of hell. Nothing scares me, and definitely not a girl who thinks she's special." His hands move, and a spindly black object shoots towards me, wrapping itself around my arm.

As an Alpha and as the only Angel in the pack. "Of course! Let me tell you where all the humans are. You have to take all the guardians with you. Because your opponent is wiser than you. He is a thousand years old sorcerer who has been earning his life and wisdom from the lives he takes. He is more powerful than you can imagine. Because he is the master of the sacrificial rituals. Please tell me you have a witch or a sorcerer or enchantress on your side. Even a fairy would do." He replied to me in a low tone then he asked me a question. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I nodded my head. I knew this much about them, that I had a warlock, an Incubus and a half demon with me in the pa

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.

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

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

"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

He'd do his daily activity as if nothing happened, while in the dark, he was looking secretly at his prey. Mira had read an ancient scripture depicting a forbidden spell. This spell could absorb another person's life force to make the magic wielders casting it to recover from injuries. Although Mira hadn't gone out much during her recovery, she had heard a lot of cases where the warlock seemingly had gone on a rampage, even going as far as attacking humans. He must have gone mad trying to recover his power. As the warlock was so skilled in disguise and hiding, he had done his deeds in utmost secrecy. After so long, none had been able to catch him. No wonder that he picked such a desolate pla

Does that mean he is the one who is causing all these monsters to go after us? That guy always did seem a little too nice for my comfort. Bonnie said. But I never thought he would be some monster-making psychopath. I am afraid it is a little more specific than that, Huguely said. I had my suspicions earlier but now they have been confirmed. Dean Trask is a warlock and an immensely powerful one at that. The girls all of that each other as they heard. Huguely’s words. Each one struggled to form syllables to describe the type of emotions that had been acquainted with learning that a man who would always seem to be fair and just was now their greatest.