Inhuman Warlock Novels & Stories

I smirked at her, it was not like I didn’t know what I was walking into, “Then your petition better be damn good. My life is depending on it.” “Willow!” a deep guttural bass voice called out suddenly. Both the coven leader and myself turned at the same time. A man, about 6,6 in height with a face covered in marks sporting a Mohawk came out of nowhere. The coven leader bowed, “Grand Warlock,” she greeted. I looked the man in the eye and the ominous feeling I got when he stared back at me sent a shiver down my spine. I could tell just from that look alone, this warlock, whoever he was, was in a far different league than all the others I had seen.

An old friend, Rufus, a powerful Warlock, came to see Zachary about the dire situation. "They are dark witches, Zachary. They use forbidden spells—black magic. Trust me, I had no idea they were aiding the vampires. Let me help you win this war. I’ll put them in their place," Rufus offered, his eyes glinting with determination. "We need all the help we can get, Rufus. Thank you," Zachary replied gratefully. Warlocks were incredibly rare—only five existed in the entire world, each one possessing the power of a hundred witches combined. Rufus called upon his fellow Warlocks to join the fight against the dark witches.

I hated everything about the man. But it just so happened he was the best mage in the country, other than Warlord who had some strange accentuated power no one could explain. I’d heard whisperings he was less than human though. He could be a demon. Hawk certainly acted like a demonic minion. I made it a point to always go out of my way to avoid the striking man. The other mage’s fawned over him. But I just want him to go the hell away. But Hawk was Hawk. And he did whatever the bloody hell he wanted. Which obviously meant torturing me at every opportunity.

Shaking his head my dad said urgently," We need to stop the two Covens first. Simona has given hers to the Serpent Breath Coven and some warlock calling himself Zelos. He is very strong and I want to kick his ass." Glaring at him I rolled my eyes. "Would that be to help the covens or just your pride?" "The man isn't human!" "Neither are we!" I retorted. The chains fell from Axel and Sawyer dragged them off to the corner of the room into a pile. I hugged my mate and he placed me on his lap while he remained situated on the floor. "Atticus is trying to explain that this warlock wants to eliminate all the werewolves and the humans in the area and take claim of the land. I kept hearing about som

I said, gripping his shoulder, grounding him. “There are more,” he whispered. “Further in…” I looked around again. Silver embedded in skin. Bones twisted at unnatural angles. Fangs pulled out. Fingers crushed. I stood slowly, fists clenched at my sides. “Humans will pay for this,” I looked at Arnon again, and for the first time that night, I did not feel the weight of the crown. I felt the weight of war. “And for the rest of humanity with them.” The war was not against witches. They were the oldest evil of the land. The war was against humans... humans who sold their souls to witches in exchange for power strong enough to stand against wolves.

If there are other letters, it indicates our inability to stop it despite our efforts. Unlike my grandmother Mary-Anne Owens, whose visions were notably clear, mine are less precise. She foresaw a significant threat in the form of a man who, despite his charm, is inherently dangerous. He is known to be tall and has followed a path that distinguishes him from other warlocks, leading to significant destruction and numerous deaths.

He sent me a wink before returning his attention to the man. Upon further observation of the man, he was clearly a warlock. The tattoos peeking out of his collar were a dead giveaway. The symbols were something I was very used to, given I also had them, but they were only visible when I was using magic. Mybody being half cataclypse made it to where you couldn’t tell there was anything different between me and a human. “You have done all this for nothing,” Jeremy growled, taking a step forward. “The Alpha will have your head on a platter before dinner.”

Ophelia felt shiver down her spine, the blonde man had never looked so menacing. “A siren,” he asked happily, before bursting into a chilling laughter, “this is gold, we caught the rare creature, a vampire’s great meal.” “Do you want us to tell the queen? Or better yet do you want to have a taste of the rare blood they speak so highly of,” the other man said, Ophelia could now tell he was a warlock, ugh, so warlock now risks their coven by working with jerks. “No… we will make her the main event,” “But…” “Shut up Nick, we make her the main event, kill whoever buys her and make her the main event again. After we have accumulated enough money, I will drink her dry.”

“She will tell everyone on the Earth that you went to the Lycan World and were killed. Then, all hell will break loose…” “I went there of my free will…” Vivian started to say but she was interrupted in between. “It doesn’t matter, Vivian. Centuries ago, the cursed werewolves had signed a pact that they would never kill a human being… Now that the werewolves have killed you… there will be a war between werewolves on the Lycan world and the human beings and I will be the one leading this mission.” Vivian’s eyes widened in horror and she exclaimed, “They didn’t kill me… I am still alive…”

Ray responded. I pulled out what I had brought over and placed it on the coffee table so Ray would have a good view. "W-why do you have a human skull with you?" He fumbled over his words a bit, and I could tell he was trying to remain calm. "Just an artifact from one of my tortures. Two ex-warriors were accomplices to the man who fucked with my brother-in-law. I was initially going to let them live, but after their ringleader tried to rape my mate after I took mercy on him, the risk was too high to let his lackeys live too. And instead of burning their bodies like I normally would, I decided to keep a couple souvenirs."