Plight Of The Warlock Novels & Stories

It was all futile because suddenly, just like a candle in a pitch-dark room, I could see a sadistic gleam on the Dark lord's face, which meant that he liked it. Men like Matteo liked it when women fought, when they were helpless against his strength. “Swallow,” he growled, pulling her hair once more. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she complied. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and she collapsed back on her heels, sliding down the wall. “Now lick it.” The girl froze. “Lick it clean.” He propped his arms against the closed window in front of me and glared at her menacingly.

The head warlock could only catch glimpses of his fleeting shadow, unable to pinpoint his location. "Damn it!" Frustration boiled within the head warlock, powerless against his elusive foe. He longed for a glorious battle, to clash and perhaps fall with honor, but he was not even granted the chance to fight. Screams echoed one after another as warlocks dropped like flies. Panic spread like wildfire. They scanned their surroundings, but the enemy was a ghost. Some warlocks crumbled, their cries piercing the night. "Show yourself! I know you're there, so stop playing hide and seek!"

At some point the need to piss overwhelmed me, and I didn’t have the strength to keep it under control. With a disgusted grumble, one of the warlocks performed some quick magic and cleaned it up. Well, score one for them having to share an enclosed space with me, anyway. Other than that, I drifted, in and out of consciousness, with out being much preferable considering the agonizing thirst and hunger, and my cramped and aching limbs…and what I had to think about.

“Why do you always think that when the Council wants a Magickal brought to them, he’s going to get punished?” “He isn’t? It must be something about his blood, then. He’s an unregistered Magickal?” “Well, that’s the clincher, really. That’s why we specifically need you for this assignment. He’s a warlock and he has no idea, and he lives a Mundane as much as we know of, who manages to make himself a billionaire therefore he can afford to live outside of the grid.” I snort. “You’re kidding me. That’s like a made-up story.”

"Oh I do love killing sprees." “I’ll stop! I’ll stop!” I relented and stood up to face the dark warlock. “I’ll go with you. Just give us the antidote and don’t hurt my pack or family!” “If you comply, your people get the antidote,” the warlock said smoothly, dropping Luca. “Behave, gamma, else you lose the antidote,” he warned, a ball of fire lighting up in his hand. My eyes widened. Who was this man?

Diana wanted to remember it all. “Be sure to play with him well, boys,” said the elder witch before she left with her people. The moment the gleam of the warped door vanished, the illumination of crimson hue from the flames came back in full force. Too lost in their own merry world, the warlocks were completely fixated on the limped Dylan. They failed to notice the stalking and seething predator in their midst. One warlock snickered, “Judging from that old hag’s smile, she seemed to have her fill with this mutt.”

The warlock had to be in his late twenties, and I knew he had come with the second wave of the Covent that showed up here. He began to back out of the crowd like he was going to make a run for it. I turned to Sal and he nodded seeing the same thing I was seeing. The warlock brother’s men began to chant around the circle and the Covent parts leaving the warlock out of the back of the crowd. He knows by the look on his face that he has been made and looks like he is going to make a run for it but looks around and sees he is surrounded. Then what I see shocks me. Black mist comes from the warlock’s hands just like the man that was guarding the hybrids. I quickly look at Hunter and he knows exac

While Eric and Tate just looked at me like they normally did. “How do you not know what a warlock is?” Ryan asked. “A warlock is a male witch. They are distrustful and they are only out for their own gains. Never trust a warlock to do anything for you because they will turn on you in a heartbeat.” Tate answered before I got the chance to respond to Ryan.

My lips twitched as I stated bitterly, “A warlock.” “Yes. An old bastard who masters the power to open portals between realms. He’ll know in which realm she’s cloaked herself in.” Caleb rubbed his hands together, “So, where can we find this warlock?” Turning toward the door, Eldric said over his shoulder, “We’ll leave at dawn. And I want you two to keep it only between us for now.” ----------- As the sunlight was engulfed by the darkness of the night, the day’s long agitation began to melt away.

She saved me. “Why do they want the amulet anyway?” Corvu looked at me strangely, “I keep forgetting you’re not from around here. Then you start talking.” Well, that was rude. “Orcs are more or less the only Daemonaria that have refused to live under the King’s new ruling. The rule being that there would no longer be wars between humans and Daemonaria, that we should live in peace. The King ended up creating a council with several Daemonaria on it to keep everyone happy. However, the Orcs still refused to accept the peace, they wanted the power to rule over the Skiora themselves. They don’t have a lot of capabilities aside from their brute strength, but one of the great sharmons predicted th