Warlock Apprentice Novels & Stories

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.

Now think, is it worth it to go anywhere from here? "Won't they find me here?" Something I very much doubt that for such it will be a problem. And in general, explain who "they" are? “They” are mercenaries. Three werewolves and they don't care about you, me, or anyone. They have an order and they fulfill it. - Who is the customer? - Alpha Onyx, - I nodded, although I did not understand anything and there was a mess in my head from the information received. - Why do they need this artifact, if you say that it is tied to the blood of the Ambers?

Rhychard tried to stop the elf from talking more, but the apprentice just rambled on without thinking about what he said. "This is a Warrior of the Way. He couldn't just stand by and allow some creatures of the Void to work their evil upon you." The elf leaned down and nudged the kid in the ribs. "Besides, Warriors are pretty hard to kill." Rhychard rolled his eyes as he slammed his fists onto his hips and turned his face to the sky. He was going to kill Famallumi and send him back to the Land Under in small boxes. Finally, Rhychard turned his focus back to the boy. Timmy squinted his eyes as he stared at the elf with a look of disbelief. "Yeah, he sounds crazy," Rhychard said. "He is crazy.

The council chamber reeked of sweat and tension. Alpha Romero sat at the head of the long oak table, fingers drumming impatiently as his advisors debated the latest territorial disputes between them and the warlocks. "We're losing ground and our magic is weak..." It was the same old. He wasn’t listening. His wolf, Kaiser, paced restlessly in his mind, its agitation growing by the second. Then the doors burst open. A young warrior stumbled in, breathless. “My Alpha–”

The warlock grins, "Oh, my. Didn't you remember boy, tis' your decision to stand by the enemies of your mother made her what she is today?" It cuts Ambrose deep and he snarled at the warlock, wanting to rip his head off from his body, wolf or not. The warlock turns back to Adam and stretched his hand, " Shall we begin?" Adam nodded, feeling dreadful and worried at how he will bring Eve 's back. The warlock held his palm above the wooden bowl and made a slow slanted cut across his palm. He grimaced at the pain seeing his wolf healing gift made the pain extra painful than what he's used too.

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.

The imperial capital was a city of gilded masks and whispering secrets, its marble towers reaching for the heavens while its streets pulsed with the blood of the forgotten. Nia had walked its stone paths before, as a child, holding her mother’s hand as they shopped for food. Now, she walked as an assassin, her every step calculated, every breath measured. She was no longer Nia Wolfsong—the girl whose village had been burned and destroyed. Now, she was "Mist Fang," the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire.

“Maybe a piece of this ass,” one of them sneers in a disgusting manner. I smile at him and reach out to touch his arm. He lets out an instant howl of pain as he receives the worst electric shock of his life. I don’t even flinch but I let them hear the crackle of electricity coming from my hand. Pissing off a warlock is a bad idea. Even if she is half a warlock. I see them stiffen as they realize what I am, and the sudden wariness in their eyes is almost gratifying.

She is trying to fight it, her hands are covering her mouth and she is actually retching trying to keep her words down, “it is no use trying to fight it young one, no matter how long it takes or how long you try to keep it inside the truth will most certainly come out, no matter what you do, trying to hold it in will only cause you pain so do not fight it” “I met a man, he said he was a Warlock and he needed help, he asked me to help him find someone, his, his beloved and in exchange for helping him find her he said he’d give me anything in his power, so I, I made a deal with him that he’d give me something in exchange for my looking for her and he asked what it was I desired and I naturally

“So, for a lot of years I told no one. I just… gave advice to my friends, or offered insight where I could without revealing how I knew. But then my father was imprisoned in the human world, and then my mother died, and… Rake recognized my faith and made certain I was included as an Acolyte when we were schooling.” From what I gathered, the Acolytes were wolves who had the potential to be spiritual leaders. And in that environment it wasn’t long until her gift was recognized and encouraged. “Now… now I’m apprenticing, like I said.” “You didn’t mention this gift though—how do they apprentice a Prophet?”