Warlock Apprentice Novels & Stories

Hunter shouts. The Red Moon Covent moves around the warlock and the warlock brother’s Covent closes in on them as they all chant, but the mist from the warlock hands grows like he is drawing power from the chant. My warriors shift and run towards the warlock and the mist moves towards them and stops them dead in their tracks and throws them across the back yard.

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.

With his skill set he could help create a new army. The aura in the room shifted. The Death Flock assassin stepped on the white carpet swirled with flowers, and his leather tightened around his chest. "You aren't human, so the rules don't apply to not touching you," he smirked. "Oh my god," Christine muttered. Whether it was to her father being a warlock or the deathly heavy power radiating from the assassin, I wasn't sure. Either way, we were all stunned, not realizing that this man, this warlock before us, was indeed a magical entity.

A rush of disbelief and awe crashed through me. “These old, withered bones are not keeping up as they used to. Taking you to the summit will let the world know that witches will not weaken, even if I am not as strong as I once was. It is time to show them my beautiful granddaughter, my heir, my apprentice.” Her eyes gleamed like iron under firelight. “You will soon become the High Witch. And now, Hana, is the time to start building allies. As I fear…” Her voice lowered, almost to a whisper. “War is upon us.”

A sudden surge of dark energy slammed into her barrier, cracking it like glass. From the shadows behind Rett, a tall figure emerged. His cloak billowed as the air around him thickened with dark mist. Strange symbols glowed faintly across his hands, and his eyes gleamed with unnatural light. Rett smirked, his tone filled with pride and arrogance. “It’s a good thing I brought Jener with me,” he said. “He’s my most trusted man in the shadows… a warlock.” Althea’s breath hitched. The air grew cold as Jener raised one hand, twisting his fingers to weave a spell. The darkness crawled forward, swallowing the moonlight, pressing against her light like an unseen storm.

Alpha wrapped his arms around my legs, stroking up my calf in soothing circles. This week, I’d have to Claim two soon to be kings, solve a murder, and prove my worthiness, when venturing into Wolve Empire for the first time. All of which filled me with a terror that made my jerremy curl around me like a cocoon. Yet nothing could save me from the true danger: if I messed up, I’d be the reason that the sorcereses and the wolves went to war.

RUN. Everything about her was unknown. All it said was she was dangerous, extremely dangerous. She's been off the radar so long that she's seen as dead. But I knew different. As if new possible threats wasn't enough... COLE ARSONI SPECIES - WARLOCK / VAMPIRE AGE - UNKNOWN BATTLES FOUGHT - 4751 BATTLES WON - 4750 BATTLES LOST - 1 LOCATION - UNKNOWN. DECEASED. LUCIFER

Damon's POV: I looked seriously at the two men who were surrounded by my warriors. I could tell that one of them was a warlock, while the other was a fairy. They had no weapons on them, yet that didn't mean they weren't dangerous; they were still capable of using magic. "Turn back now, or else things will get ugly," I commanded coldly. They both looked at each other, then looked at me. "Alpha Damon, we apologize for crossing your border. It's just that we are in need of your help," the warlock said as I raised a brow, studying his every movement.

As he studied the intruders, his wolf watched through the human eyes. Ten hunters. Manageable. But the one in the middle— Power radiated off him like a heatwave, humming beneath the skin. Something ancient. Something wrong. A warlock… a high-ranked one. What is a Warlock King doing beside hunters? The man’s lips curled as if reading the question straight from my bones. “I can almost hear your thoughts,” he purred, eerie and delighted. “Confusion suits you, Alpha.” His grin widened, sinister. “You wonder what a ‘high-level Warlock’ is doing with these weapon-happy Hunters. Shall I enlighten you?”

When you stood with an alpha who chose ambition over basic decency. The second wave hit me two hundred yards into the territory. These weren't just warriors. These were specialists. Magic users casting spells from protected positions. Archers with silver arrows aimed from rooftops. Rogues hired as mercenaries, all of them desperate and dangerous in the way only those with nothing to lose could be. The first spell hit me, purple witch-fire designed to burn through supernatural defenses. It splashed against my Ghost Wolf power and evaporated, my silver light consuming the dark magic like it was nothing.