Novel & Cerita Inhuman Warlock

"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

“Because it’s beneficial, especially for us. You see, I’ve built this organization for years not to just be destroyed by him. I have a bunch of people working under me and he has none, do you think I’m scared?” He wasn’t really aware of the dark magic a warlock possessed. It was different from the witches; they were more powerful and they were inevitable. He underestimated him so much that he was starting to look like a fool. “I will reiterate: he’s a warlock. He can control everything with dark magic, even the minds of mortals. It’s not the werewolves you should be wary of, it’s him. So locking me up will just give him more power.” I tried to make him realize something though I knew this wa

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.

It is high time someone dealt them with their just retribution. I looked at the chaos around me. My heart is twisting in raging pain. I worry about how Ben and the others fared under his tyrannical control. Gavyn is a Warlock whose temperament resembles that of a savage or worse! “This madness had to stop now. Otherwise the peace our forefathers fought hard for will be for naught.” I declared, glancing to the side to face Alaric and surprised to see him watching me intently, distracting me from my thoughts.

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.

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.”

"So what are you?" "A warlock." First a witch, now a warlock. This must be a suitable area for them. It makes sense. He looked down at me with kind eyes. "And what are you? You seem to be human, but you feel different, and I know a wolf when I see one." He said. I scanned him up and down before responding. "I am human, but I have some other things going for me." I said. He smiled, extended his hand. "My name is Nicholas. What is yours?"

In the end, Alex smacked his lips and said with a contented look, “Do you have some more?” The warlock was about to cry. He used up 30% of his power at first and 50% of his power later. He had used up 80% of his power in total. What else could he do with the remaining 20% power? Clearly, the man before him was not afraid of his power of witchcraft at all… How ridiculous. He thought he was so great being the god of his tribe and could become the god of humans when he walked out of his tribe. Just like what Maggie said, he would dominate humanity and become a legendary hegemon. To his surprise, he was actually defeated when facing a brat who was younger than him!

He still had the sly smirk on his features, "I so much detest your kind, I am only coping with Nyx because somehow, she's is one of us but it is not so in your case" he spat in disdain. I managed to kick him away with my hind legs and was relieved at once. The older Sorcerer whose anger towards me was just something unexplainable tried to attack me again but another groan from Narek caused out divert towards him. The warlock's once-human features contorted and twisted as wriggled on the floor. His eyes which were once familiar and human, begin to smolder with an otherworldly fire that pierces through the shadows.