Plight Of The Warlock Novels & Stories

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

, he said, observing me at a short distance. I laughed dryly. "What ails me? Huh", I huffed. "Could be my screaming muscles. It could be my disbelief that I have to participate in a fucking war specifically designed for wolves", I grunted, freeing my blade. "Or, it could be the fact that the only parent I have left hates me. OR, it could be the searing fucking pain in my neck that's a constant reminder of all of it", I growled, slamming the blade into the trunk once again, wincing at the scream it released.

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

I hiss in pain as his claws score against my neck and chest, tearing cloth and puncturing my skin. “Don’t kill the bitch yet!” one of them hoots in laughter. “I want to make her crawl!” Others snicker as I stumble back. I glare at them through the strands of my hair, trying to breathe past the pain. Crawl? Not fucking likely. I’ve crawled enough for other people to last me a lifetime! I plant my hands on the ground, one of my fingers landing on some leaves growing out of the crack of the dirty floor. It’s difficult to use my warlock abilities right now because of how the drug is attacking my system.

“Spare my life, Prince Leon, I didn't mean to curse you. The devil came over me for a moment.” “Your ancestors said the same thing before they all died by my hand,” I said pulling the blackish dagger out of my stomach, not feeling an inkling of pain. The wound immediately began to close up by itself, making me sigh in disappointment. It seems it's yet again, another failure. Fuming, I glanced at the wizard on the floor, my finger nails turning into a claw. Seeing this, the warlock desperately shuffled backward, trying to put a distance between us. “It's useless you know, your time is over. It's a pity it will take some time to look for another witch.” I mumbled, stalking toward him.

I was back to my senses But wait! So werewolves really did exist? I looked up at him, he was smiling mischievously "Look what you've done…." He said, then paused, while using his hands to gesture at the destroyed places "Beautiful isn't it?" You should know, he was been sarcastic with that question "This place has been doing just fine, I was running this empire smoothly, but look, the very first day you step your filthy foot in here, everything crumbles. Every fucking thing I worked hard for" he said with gritted teeth

I asked them once they all managed to sit down again. Oro's hands shook as he took a book from the table in front of him and opened it. He coughed and arranged his collar a little bit. A nervous tic. "Emm. My King and Queen" he started "since we realised about the prophecy many years ago. We have actually had several special wolves who dedicated their lives to the cause, investigating any shift in the balance of the realms. And that way would be able to inform us of any change in case the prophecy came near. We do not know if we have an enemy yet, we do not even know if there is an enemy.

But Baron Stewart was a dragon vein warlock, so he couldn't really beat him. Any professional can acquire a specialisation at the fifth, tenth and fifteenth ranks. As a mage, if you don't awaken the 'Instant Spell Casting' specialisation, you can only cast spells honestly. A warlock's spells come from talent, and not only are they instant, they don't require any materials. Of course, the advantage of being a mage is that there are many types of spells, whereas a warlock only has a few. Once advanced, a warlock is no match for a mage. But the problem is that everyone is now at fifth level and the gap cannot be closed.

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.

The man’s presence alone seemed to be able to knock down hundreds of creatures at once. He held the lives of those Underworlders easily in his fingers. And he was not happy with them. “And who else do you think is worthy to be considered as the princes?” Alexander asked. “You all know what had transpired three thousand years ago. The story is passed down to every generation. And if that is not enough, warlocks who are immortal saw what happened with their own eyes.” At the mention of warlocks, each creature turned to them. Warlocks looked like a bunch of humans in a cult. With their high triangle hoods and tattoos on their faces. Some even had their lips sewn together, an initiation for youn