Warlock Apprentice Novels & Stories

He drawled with a knowing smile. “Something like that” I said pulling a chair across from him. “I need to know about a warlock. Tall, gray cloak, old chants and performing blood rituals near the Prophetess ruins.” He raised a brow. “That sounds like madness. Or like you’re chasing ghosts again.” “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t real.” He leaned forward lighting a cigar. “Word in the underground says a man was asking about a witch-blooded girl. Said he needed her strand to complete a spell. Sound familiar?”

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

the warlock kneeled in front of me. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I slapped it across his cheeks, "Did you ask the she-wolf to take your imprint from me?" The warlock curled up in pain on the ground, covering his face and wiping the blood from his mouth. Then, he struggled to get back on his knees and said, "Sorry, Master... I just wanted to help you to get her real name. The imprint is a Master-Slave bond. It can only be transferred to her if I know her real name. With or without the imprint, I have no intention of running away from you, Master. You've saved my life... I'll serve you for the rest of my life. Please punish me, Master. I'll do anything for you."

Claud, Lupa, Lycidas, and Zakaria sprang into action, their movements a blur as they attempted to counter the arbiter’s assault. Claud lunged forward, his fists igniting with flames as he aimed a powerful punch at the arbiter. The arbiter effortlessly sidestepped, countering with a backhanded strike that sent Claud crashing into the wall. Lycidas, a part warlock and part werewolf, summoned a barrage of magical projectiles, but the arbiter swatted them away as if they were mere flies. Zakaria tried to get close, her fangs bared, but the arbiter’s glowing aura repelled her, sending her sprawling across the room.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

Martin impeded the heading of the conversation and butted in his own drawback. “There has been a breach in the ward’s barrier and reinforcement. Valentine is marching behind us to see to the extent of its potency thinking it’s a final resistance attempt to go all out.” The Adviser replied her curiosity. “So that’s the army marching behind us.” Martin said. “It’s a horde.” The Adviser relied his statement. “What?” Martin questioned his reveal. “It’s a horde of warlocks, their might transcends even more than a regular army as each of warlock there marches for Valentine.” The Adviser revealed even further.

And the friend who we now call the enemy. Slone. A new warlock.

The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior. Elias explained to Lily: “Only purebred ancient werewolves have the power to absorb nature to form their own power. There are many different breeds of purebred wolves, each of which will also absorb nature differently. Amity is a wolf that absorbs the light reflected from the moon and the sun.” "And you?" Lily turned to Elias and asked. Elias smirked and replied, "You guessed it." "I can bear it." "That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?"

I said, walking around him to assess how he's doing so far. I suddenly saw him flinch, then shudder. I knew instantly what was to come. He's losing control again. I knew it will be very difficult the moment I knew what his affinity was. Being a dark warlock meant his powers are immensely aggressive. And if that person with this certain affinity doesn't know how to control it, he will eventually be consumed by the power. And that is the very exact thing that I'm trying to stop happening.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.