Warlock Apprentice Novels & Stories

“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.

"I am a perfect hybrid myself. That's another reason I'm happy you're my mate. I'm an Alpha wolf too." "Alpha?” she asked in shock. “Yeah. But I’m a lone Alpha.” “You’re a werewolf and wizard," she muttered. "I'm not a wizard. I'm a sorcerer." "Sorcerer?" "I do hold the title of a wizard but I'm a sorcerer in truth. Wizards become warlocks after years of practising. Not all become one in their lifetime. But I’m a sorcerer, a rank higher than both and sorcerers isn’t something a wizard achieves. They are born. A warlock has to bow before a low-ranked sorcerer even.”

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.

"I apologize, I had heard the rumor of your life in the human world, but I was not aware you knew so little of your own. No marrying a stranger was not what I had hoped for myself, but it became inevitable after the wars between the creatures of this world. This marriage will ensure the safety of my people as well as yours. This is the first time our kind have been allowed to mix so this wedding means much more than a simple a allowance. It will pave the way for a new history to be written with us as the victor. "I keep hearing about these wars, but no one has told me why or who they went to war with." His hands clench and his jaw tenses as he stares blankly at the pond. "The wolves" the gra

He was neither vampire nor demon nor wolf. He was a warlock — one of those uncomfortable creatures that existed on the margins of all three realms without belonging to any, selling their services to the highest bidder. “Lord Malik,” he greeted with a bow that was more mockery than respect. “How may I serve you on this lovely night?” “I need three things,” Malik said without preamble. “A stable shadow portal into Lycán territory. A partial transformation spell that alters a she-wolf’s appearance without affecting her essence. And a communication link capable of transmitting information at a distance without being detected by the King’s guardians.”

It's like therapy for me. In no time, I find the Azanian warlock sitting at a river bank. He looks like he is on a trance. He is mumbling in his native language whilst stirring the water with his staff. I observe from the sidelines. Then after a while, the water starts rippling. The first thing I see emerging is a golden trident. Then a very well built humongous man with long hair and a beard emerges. He has a forbidding aura around him and he looks extremely pissed. "WHO DARES DISTURB MY PEACE!?"