Plight Of The Warlock Novels & Stories

Waniya Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness onl

Kaelen was gone, but the breach remained, a jagged, weeping wound in the center of their sanctuary. They had let the doubt in, and now, the darkness was coming for the rest of them. The war wasn't just on the outside anymore; it was inside the very pact they had sworn to uphold.

He sat up in the chair and pulled me forward so he could rest his face against my swollen stomach. I stroked his unruly hair noticing how long he was letting it get. 'Looks like I'm not the only one letting my hair grow out' I thought to myself. It was a normal look for a warlock or wizard to sport longer hair, but I had never seen Gerwulf do so until now. "You seem stressed out. What's bothering you?" I offered. Gerwulf let out a long sigh, breathing my scent in deeply," I received some.... news a few hours ago... and I need to decide soon what to do with Finn and Delmar."

He roared, shooting fireballs out of his mouth. She easily dodged them, the last one she held up a hand and extinguished it easily. "I didn't come here to fight." The Warlock scoffed, "your powers say witch, but your scent screams vampire, I trust neither." Harlow had a dumb look on her face for a split second, "but you're a warlock, we are basically the same thing." He chuckled. "That doesn't mean I associate myself with your kind or anyone like me. Especially after what happened between me and my family."

The Warlord hadn’t returned—not yet—but his staff had begun to circle her like vultures, as if they sensed how quickly her blood was warming to the rhythm of his realm. Sometimes she thought she could still feel him—like the brush of breath against her neck, the ghost of heat curling behind her ear. Have you ever seen a dragon’s rut? The memory made her jaw lock. It lingered on her skin like smoke. Like prophecy. The chamber doors opened.

He was looking at me like he wanted to look but could not. “You have shamed this pack “ he said loudly. “You dared to claim something ” “I didn’t choose it “ I choked. “You know I didn’t.” His face flickered again for a second. Then it was gone. “If word spreads “ one of the elders said, “the Blood Kingdom will mock us.” Adrian straightened. “It won’t spread.” My heart stopped. “Guards “ he ordered. “Take him.” Two warriors stepped forward. I tried to stand. My legs were weak. They grabbed my arms anyway.

“It is a terrible affliction.” “It is also contagious,” she met his eyes. He was frowning, puzzled by the story and what the warlock had to do with the water. “It is passed along through bites. When it first happened to her, she lost control and bit several other people, and they bit others… The warlock put a stop to it by casting a spell that made them all sleep. He has been seeking a cure for them all ever since and placed them in a cave to keep them safe and away from humans. When the dam broke, the floor washed out the cave, carrying out a lot of those people. Some drowned, others made it to shore.”

“You should head back to the room and start packing a bag for a few days, pack light clothes and don’t worry about any accessories. Warlocks are a lavish people, but they despise when it looks like others are trying to be more flamboyant than them.” “What kind of creatures are Warlocks?” “They’re Elves.” ‘Oh, dear gods.’

I asked. Taking the chair next to me, Elvina sat and eyed me. “Think of it as being a combination of hybrids all wrapped into a package,” she asserted and I screwed my face. “Blood drinker?” Snickering, she shook her head. “None of that, just the stealth and speed, and since your pup is a descendant of me, they will have some magic that I gained from my warlock father, who was born from an elf and wolf combination. Abominations is what the Moon Council calls us,” she said sullenly.

"There is a distinction between a god and a deity. Who would be so naive as to pray to those worthless brats à all they do is neglect us? During the Vurhanil War, I tried naming them Arekin and Arni. They didn't even bother to listen to us. I'm not sure if it was a positive or bad thing that we called them, but something must have heard us. It was heinous. It had no face, none, and just conscience, unlike a god. It was just a cloud-like black mass swirling about. It began devouring the vurhans' souls, or whatever it was that was holding them alive." Alicia didn't even notice she'd let go of her sword; all she could think about was deciphering Slejj's face to see if he was telling the truth o