Warlock Apprentice Novels & Stories

I stay kneeling, my hands covered in blood and ink as I varnish the floor with runes. "Beautiful. And the spell holding the wolves in line?" He points absently to one of the wolves working on the edges of the platform. "Mine as well, Grand Warlock," My voice is shaking with nerves. The approval or disapproval of a Grand Warlock can shape the future of any witch. I know that if I do or say something that displeases the Warlock, I might have my wolf stripped from me, or have my powers bound. But if the Warlock approves of me, then...well then I'll be golden. I might even be honored above all others.

“Why do you always think that when the Council wants a Magickal brought to them, he’s going to get punished?” “He isn’t? It must be something about his blood, then. He’s an unregistered Magickal?” “Well, that’s the clincher, really. That’s why we specifically need you for this assignment. He’s a warlock and he has no idea, and he lives a Mundane as much as we know of, who manages to make himself a billionaire therefore he can afford to live outside of the grid.” I snort. “You’re kidding me. That’s like a made-up story.”

She had to work harder than any other apprentice in order to gain her leader's approval. Longkit, Bramblekit, Marshkit and Newtkit had finally become apprentices. Because there was a shortage of warriors, Russetstar had made Snowstorm a mentor at a very young age. She was mentoring Marshpaw, a young apprentice with what felt like boundless energy. Talonclaw mentored his own son, Bramblepaw. Sleetstorm and Nightclaw got Longpaw and Newtpaw as apprentices.

My friends advance alongside me, ready to take on the world. "Stop." My voice rings clear and a wave moves through the room, causing everyone to look at me. Ezequiel laughs hard. "You think your puny tricks can scare me? I am a Warlock, raised on the fears of children, and bred from the ice of hell. Nothing scares me, and definitely not a girl who thinks she's special." His hands move, and a spindly black object shoots towards me, wrapping itself around my arm.

"I know he is well known and people think of him as a war hero. He has a reputation for being honorable to a fault." "You don’t know the half of it," said the first soldier, "by the way, my name is Rowell and this is Feri." They all said hello to each other again. Emmett was starting to feel better and his nose had stopped bleeding all together, so he sat up and asked for more information. "You said this is only the third apprentice Tane has ever taken, what happened to the other two? Does he always choose them this young?"

" Tides will turn, enemies will become your allies and your allies will become your worst enemies! Gods will become monsters and evil shall stain your peaceful world. And finally when everything has turned to its worst....you, Drom Valienta. The 34th King of the Independent States, Will die at the hands of the one you cherish most. And he will feel no remorse, neither will I. This is the message passed on to me by the Elder brother God Arekin... The staircase descent was swift, with occasional misplacement of feet causing some staggers, but they managed to reach the throne hall unscathed. Alvatrone stood near the capacious banquet table. He paced from left to right, flaunting his purple cape

She saved me. “Why do they want the amulet anyway?” Corvu looked at me strangely, “I keep forgetting you’re not from around here. Then you start talking.” Well, that was rude. “Orcs are more or less the only Daemonaria that have refused to live under the King’s new ruling. The rule being that there would no longer be wars between humans and Daemonaria, that we should live in peace. The King ended up creating a council with several Daemonaria on it to keep everyone happy. However, the Orcs still refused to accept the peace, they wanted the power to rule over the Skiora themselves. They don’t have a lot of capabilities aside from their brute strength, but one of the great sharmons predicted th

The warlock had to be in his late twenties, and I knew he had come with the second wave of the Covent that showed up here. He began to back out of the crowd like he was going to make a run for it. I turned to Sal and he nodded seeing the same thing I was seeing. The warlock brother’s men began to chant around the circle and the Covent parts leaving the warlock out of the back of the crowd. He knows by the look on his face that he has been made and looks like he is going to make a run for it but looks around and sees he is surrounded. Then what I see shocks me. Black mist comes from the warlock’s hands just like the man that was guarding the hybrids. I quickly look at Hunter and he knows exac

“This infighting is exactly what the warlock wants. If we’re going to survive, we need to work together.” Alera sighed and sat back down. “You’re right. But if it will ease your minds, I’ll tell you the truth.” She hesitated, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames. “I was once an apprentice to the warlock. He taught me magic, but I turned against him when I learned the extent of his plans. I’ve been running ever since.” Kael’s fists clenched. “You’re telling us this now? After we’ve followed you into the heart of danger?”

And in the centre—three Council Sentinels in full ironmail, flanked by two warlocks. Cassian had already engaged one. Blood slicked his blade. Killian stood back-to-back with Elara, fangs bared, fury etched into every line of his body. I didn’t think. I shifted mid-run. Bones cracked. The world tilted. Fur erupted across my limbs, and I slammed into the first warlock with the full force of my wolf. His ward broke on impact, and I tore into his side. Magic exploded from his palm—silver fire.