Warlock Books Novels & Stories

“Good. It’s time we reignite the war between wolves and humans. And this time, we aren’t stopping with a cup half-full.” And it all starts with Tobias fucking Irons, Beau thought. Soon, he’ll pay for what he did.

I managed to choke out as he released his grip. He smiled that sexy smile that I couldn’t get enough of. “Don’t be. It gave me something to dream about tonight.” “How am I going to face you now?” I whined. “Once you move past the initial embarrassment when next we see each other, you’ll be fine,” he assured me. “Listen, Missy. This werewolf situation is no joke. I have it on good authority that war is brewing. Possibly as soon as the next moon. Kenton will have no choice but to bring in vampires to help us. That could prove dangerous for you and your mother. I can’t impress upon you enough the importance of your learning to use your magic to protect yourself and her. Now that she’s a

Grand, with a vaulted ceiling arched high, painted with constellations and mythic beasts, towering shelves rising like walls, carved from dark oak and lined with books. “Here.” He pulls out an old book, its cover black and edged in gold. At the center gleams a golden wolf’s head, bared teeth frozen in a snarl. Behind it, a raven spreads its wings wide, poised as if descending from the sky. Grimm opens it. The pages are an old, yellowish color, but intact. “Most of the Raven Wolf King books here are written to sound like fantasy, as if he were just a fairy tale. This one’s the one you want. Depicts date‑to‑date events.”

"Should I be worried, sir? About Arabelle being more capable than expected?" "On the contrary." The man looked at Arabelle's photo again—the fierce intelligence in her eyes, the strength in her posture. "I'm impressed. Dante chose well, even if he chose for the wrong reasons. She would have made an excellent addition to our original partnership, back when we were building this empire together." "That's... oddly respectful." "I respect worthy adversaries. I just don't let that respect stop me from destroying them." He gathered the photos of Arabelle into a folder. "She killed the Wolf. Fine. That tells me she's formidable. But being formidable in combat and being prepared for psychological wa

"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

If the situation was reversed and that was Harley on the other end of the kiss, I knew that he would not be very happy. “Sarah said that you have some information that will help us better understand the threats to the red wolf.” Anders motioned towards the table as he spoke. Everyone not already seated took up a seat around the table, including my mom. “Straight to business. I like the way you work,” Luz stated, a smirk lining his face. I wasn’t sure how old Luz was, but he appeared young. Warlocks much like wolves, often were much older than they appeared. Luz’s features were dark and his eyes and hair matched. But he also appeared friendly. “Much like Sarah and her late mate, Javy, I am a

"The package your father asked me to take contains an old book. Mr. Orwell said the book was worth billions of dollars. Many people are hunting for it. I'm sure all three of them are after the book. Your father will auction the book and use the money for your education, so you don't have to work anymore." Ben took a deep breath and continued: "According to your father, that book is a collection of mythological histories of creatures from non-human races. But, again, I say, it's just a myth. Maybe those three who claim to be warlocks are just a bunch of fanatic readers and think they are characters in a story?" Rain looked doubtful. Jace chuckled. "Surely you think I'm the villain here, and B

I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before I continued: “Warriors from each pack will be selected and they will be called Guardians,” I said, gesturing to the other alphas. “They will investigate any crime that’s committed and present their findings to the Summit.” It would be like an FBI force, but only the werewolf version of it. They’d be called in whenever there was a crime or problem and their work involved gathering physical evidence and testimonies. Then, if the problem was within a pack, they would present their finding to the alpha and his inner circle. If the problem was between two packs, the evidence would be presented to both alphas and their inner circle. If the packs

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.

she added. Tears stung behind my eyes as an onslaught of emotions flooded me. Once again, I felt as if the rug was pulled from beneath my feet. So many things have been kept from me my entire life. “Why does the warlock want me?” She snapped her fingers, holding her hand up in the air, and a vine began moving about her office, pulling a book from a nearby shelf and bringing it to her as if it were alive. After flipping through a few pages, she outstretched the thick, leather-bound book towards me.