Warlock Apprentice Novels & Stories

The night brought darkness into Enrilth Castle, and only the light of the fireplace helped him to see the warlord’s pleased face above him, his strong arms gripping his waist. He did not understand much of it before, of the feeling he got when Alarick was away, of the warmth seen in the warlord’s eyes when he looked at him, or the pure pleasure he felt when he was touched where no man should be touched. That’s when he knew what Dalli meant. The real meaning. Dalli meant whore. At least for him, that was his place. A warm body for Alarick to sink into. And that’s how a Dalli makes a Warlord a happy man.

while Warren rushed towards the man to save the damsel in distress but the envisioned rescue was cut short as Warren fragmented into pieces like a bloke of ice made into ice cubes. "Life Return" a tiny voice sounded and Warren reorganized into piece again under the cast spell. But it visibly took a large toll on him since beads of sweat were flowing down his face and he was coughing out huge amounts of blood. Warren was injured and weakened as the spell he cast was surely not without a price. Life Return it seems was not an easy spell to cast. "A life warlock. Fascinating," the man mused friskily at what he saw. Warlocks are those experts that do not follow the standard road to immortality.

Usually, I rely on my wolf to maintain balance, but today feels different—the power coursing through me is too potent to be quelled by my wolf alone. Male warlocks are traditionally expected to have found their mate by the age of 18, allowing them to share the burgeoning power within them. However, my situation is far from typical. When I turned 18, my mate was still just a child, too young for our bond to be fulfilled. I've had to bide my time, waiting for her to mature so we could finally unite as mates. It's a precarious existence, one that should have ended long ago if not for the resilience of my wolf side.

“What I do know is that when I was a very young mage. The best that the King had before Warlord, the King asked me to design a containment spell. I did.” “What did the spell do?” “Reduced a creature’s size and appearance to allow it to be kept within a chambered jar.” “Soon after that, Warlord came to be his Commander.” “What did the King use the spell to capture.” “I’d love to know.” Hawk shook his head in wonder. “But there’s rumors he keeps the sacred jar in his maze of chambers within the walls. Somewhere Warlord can’t sense it and can’t track it because of the dampness of the inner walls.”

“It means, my love, that the little shewolf is close to her awakening. If the rumors are true, she apparently destroyed a room with her aura. Given what we know, she didn't shift until her 18th birthday, so her awakening has been unpredictable. But if she was able to do that before it, then she might just be beyond any power we have seen before. We need to get her before that happens. I suspect it will be on the upcoming Lunar Eclipse so we need to get to her before then.” “What if I go?” A baritone voice travels from across the room as Darius, my son, strides into the room. “If we announce a visit to a few of the packs around the country, surely I could get close enough to her?” Daruis is 2

“Take your green and go.” The warlock bowed as the prince stirred, pushing himself up, “Where?” The warlock turned and waved his hand. “Sominatosa minotaurus!” The prince collapsed back to the sand. The warlock smirked as the Master-of-arms scowled, “How much is that going to cost?”

he nodded to me and gestured for Daerton to proceed him out of the tent. “From one prison to another,” the warlock grumbled to Aurien as he passed. “I am not a mage, by the way,” I heard him say to Mariene as they left. “I am a warlock. There’s a distinction.” “Whatever,” the general replied. Ruelke watched them go. “That will be interesting,” she commented. “I hope Mariene doesn’t kill the warlock before we get a few spells out of him.” Aurien chuckled.

Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and stomped her way out of the ground. . . . . _____ . . . ."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy." "Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.

“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 wasn't ready to risk my own pack's lives like that. Of course, I could be noble all I wanted, but I couldn't control what other packs did, and clearly the trend had caught on. As soon as the large cluster of enemy wolves arrived, sprinting out from behind trees, and peeking out from atop hills, wolfsbane darts began raining down on us. Alex and I pushed forward, both having built up high tolerances at school, ready to start picking off their men, especially the ones in human form shooting the darts that would be helpless against us in our wolf forms.