Warlock Apprentice Novels & Stories

********************************REBEL ALLIANCE HEADQUARTERS********************************* 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. In his right hand, he juggled a bishop figurine. "Long time no see commander!" " My king." Alvatrone grabbed his cloak and whipped it under his armpit and over his right forearm. He gave slid into a graceful bow, almost kissing his knee.

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

“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.

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.

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.