Warlock Apprentice Novels & Stories

Mom laughed harder, “It’s not the fall that’s funny. It’s the way they fall. If his legs and arms went everywhere, that’s what is so funny and the noises they make.” He finally stated, “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help you get her out of there.” I asked, “I would love to get her out of there tonight. Is that possible?” The warlock shook his head, “Not a good idea. His senses are on high alert tonight. He will know immediately if there are disturbances. I am really proud that she has never mentioned the alliance with all the other species. The knowledge of that will definitely put his senses on edge.” I nodded, “Okay, so when would be a good time to do it?” He replied,

Yes, they provided me food but that doesn’t mean I should be grateful. Werewolves are enemies, they will always be. “Hunter,” said one of the werewolf guards and gave me a cup of water. I drank all of it and lean my head against the wall, thinking of what am I going to do right now. I still can’t believe that Alarick is the Alpha, he looks too young to be one, and based on my father’s stories, Alphas have beards. I embarrassed myself that day by not realizing that one of them is the Alpha.

Despite the pressure of having thirteen werewolves about to go through their first shift and another werewolf critically injured, Ursula looked as calm and composed as a statue. Her cool demeanour when the witch spotted Lucas and Chloe felt like a blast of arctic wind had just barrelled through the infirmary. It was obvious that the frigid welcome was solely for Lucas’ benefit as the towering male’s presence filled the small examination room like an overpowering wave of dominance and strength.

Alex noticed the stranger first and signaled to Kai, who approached cautiously. "I mean no harm," the stranger said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "My name is Orion, and I bring news of an old enemy who has returned." Kai's eyes narrowed as he studied Orion. "What enemy do you speak of?" "The rogue werewolves have revived an ancient adversary, a powerful warlock named Thorne. He seeks to aid them in their quest for the supreme god's power. If they succeed, his dark magic will amplify their strength beyond measure."

I interjected. “Yes son, stronger than a neophyte or acolyte,” my father responded, “most common witches are neophytes, their powers are limited to telekinesis and minor spells. An apprentice is one step higher than neophytes. They had practiced better magic that could kill. If there is an apprentice, then there is strong coven here nearby.”

His knights struck their chest plates and roared: “Arden Retis! Uyan Taesil!” I saw green tinged black smoke explode amongst the enemy forces, tossing bodies high, casting limbs and torsos in different directions, ripping soldiers to pieces in sharp, brief explosions designed to demoralise and confuse. Warlock magic. To my left, Daerton stood amongst the rear guard, his hands aglow, his dark hair whipping in the backdraft of his power, his cloak snapping at his heels, and his eyes unseeing as he spell-cast. His lips curled back as he snarled out the invocations.

Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,” Marcu growled in agreement as he beamed at his voluptuous mate. “I will train with her brother,” Nick stepped forward. “Me too,” Adam added.”You trust us with her, and we will keep an eye on her, what do you say, boss?” Drago crossed his arms, finger to his chin, then addressed Madchen, who pouted in anticipation. “I will let you, Madchen,” she jumped for joy, but he put a hand up.” you have to wait two weeks, to heal properly though, and I won’t give you any leniency.”

“I promise… we promise that we won't hurt your mother and grandfather. For now we are just taking the necessary precautions so that they don't do anything that can mess things up. We don't want any chaos caused by the devil. If that happens, not only the lives of the immortals will be in danger, but also the mortals out there.” A young man close to Rokan looked at me sarcastically. “What a wolvire. You should be killed as soon as you are born. Your parents are really naive to think the Varsan Seal can hold your power forever.” I don't understand their words and I don't care. I just want to live, just it. They make me angry, make me hate, make me—

“They don’t resist. They don’t have complicated thoughts or emotions. If you can’t bind them, you’ll never be able to bind or unbind anything greater.” I looked down at the rabbits again. They looked so small. So harmless. My heart twisted. “What if I mess up?” I asked. The warlock didn’t even blink. “Then they die.” I froze. His tone hadn’t changed. It was still calm, like he was talking about the weather. Not life. Not death. “But… what if I don’t want to hurt them?” I whispered.

Made of seven interlocking rings of magic. It didn’t just mark an attack. It marked a summoning. And the name scrawled in blood-red ink beneath it made my breath freeze in my lungs. Velarion. He wasn't just a warlock. He was an ancient. One of the Forgotten. Fuck. There were no no boundaries they wouldn't cross.