Warlock Names Novels & Stories

"I am a perfect hybrid myself. That's another reason I'm happy you're my mate. I'm an Alpha wolf too." "Alpha?” she asked in shock. “Yeah. But I’m a lone Alpha.” “You’re a werewolf and wizard," she muttered. "I'm not a wizard. I'm a sorcerer." "Sorcerer?" "I do hold the title of a wizard but I'm a sorcerer in truth. Wizards become warlocks after years of practising. Not all become one in their lifetime. But I’m a sorcerer, a rank higher than both and sorcerers isn’t something a wizard achieves. They are born. A warlock has to bow before a low-ranked sorcerer even.”

SHADOW SPECIES - WARLOCK AGE - UNKNOWN BATTLES FOUGHT - 2835 BATTLES WON - 2835 BATTLES LOST - 0 CURRENT LOCATION - NEW YORK CITY. SALEEM JACKSON SPECIES - PROTECTOR OF QUEEN AGE - UNKNOWN BATTLES FOUGHT - 65, 931 BATTLES WON - 65, 931 BATTLES LOST - 0 CURRENT LOCATION - ITALY. "Either tell me the reason for these names or leave" I grunt glaring at him. "Keep reading, you'll understand more when your done"

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.

he added. Of course he would know that, River Perez—the Warlock Alpha—is a crimson warlock himself. One of the most powerful witch tribes and very rare at that. He was probably one of the remaining few of their kind. That’s why I’m not surprised that he was trying to lay low behind this club.

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

The older warlock said unemotionally, as he clasped his hands together on the table and levelled his gaze at the two of them. Ruben’s jaw clenched. “There is no relationship, gentlemen.” His tone slightly harder than before. “Hmm.” The older one snorted and looked across at the younger one. “Tell us about yourself, Katarina.” The younger warlock asked sternly. Kat scowled at him. “And you are?” “Forgive me…” Ruben said to her. “This is Magnus and Darius, High Warlocks of the Warlock Church.”

Made of seven interlocking rings of magic. It didn’t just mark an attack. It marked a summoning. And the name scrawled in blood-red ink beneath it made my breath freeze in my lungs. Velarion. He wasn't just a warlock. He was an ancient. One of the Forgotten. Fuck. There were no no boundaries they wouldn't cross.

As the day passed, everyone became more excited, and discussions of what they wanted to present to their ruling alpas and lunas started happening. Even the teenagers and pups were full of anticipation and excitement. They were guessing what new name the pack would have. Leo thought it should be called after him since he was a great warlock. One of the teens thought it should be named after the six leaders by combining letters from all their names. They all spent the rest of the day trying to develop a cool name for the new pack. The new pack's name had to be something cool and unique, as they were going to be, so everyone would remember them after meeting them. Cronos was proud of these wolv

But Baron Stewart was a dragon vein warlock, so he couldn't really beat him. Any professional can acquire a specialisation at the fifth, tenth and fifteenth ranks. As a mage, if you don't awaken the 'Instant Spell Casting' specialisation, you can only cast spells honestly. A warlock's spells come from talent, and not only are they instant, they don't require any materials. Of course, the advantage of being a mage is that there are many types of spells, whereas a warlock only has a few. Once advanced, a warlock is no match for a mage. But the problem is that everyone is now at fifth level and the gap cannot be closed.

"So what are you?" "A warlock." First a witch, now a warlock. This must be a suitable area for them. It makes sense. He looked down at me with kind eyes. "And what are you? You seem to be human, but you feel different, and I know a wolf when I see one." He said. I scanned him up and down before responding. "I am human, but I have some other things going for me." I said. He smiled, extended his hand. "My name is Nicholas. What is yours?"