Warlock Names Novels & Stories

Eva Fenrir— The Primordial Wolf, Sköll— The Sun Hunter, Hati— The Moon Hunter, Fenris Graymane— Tribal Elder: Keeper of the Lore, Thiess the Sentinel— Heroic Defender, Remnar Monteal—Tragic Werewolf. My index finger paused, looming over the name. Remnar Monteal. Could Monteal mean the same Monteal I know? The names were carved into the deep-mahogany page of a weighted book I had struggled to open initially.

“Remember your names.” The black collars shattered. The forgotten tombs erupted with blue light. Scene 126: Warriors of the Deep Names filled the chamber. Not spoken by one voice. Thousands. They rolled across the stone in a rising wave. Talren of Moon Reef. Sera Vale of the Eastern Current. Mako Ren. Liora Stormhand. Packs erased from banners returned through sound. Symbols appeared across the warriors’ armour. Silver shells. White fins. Crescent waves. Wolves crowned with coral.

“I'm sorry, we can't. The Alpha gave us strict orders. We are to make sure you don't leave the pack house till he returns.” “And I'm ordering you to leave,” I growled. “I only take orders from the Alpha. Not you.” My eyes burned as I glared at him. I could swipe his neck clean of his head right now in a heartbeat. “What's your name, wolf?” I asked instead. “Warren, sire. At your service,” he made a low bow. I smirked, turning around and clicking the door shut. He wasn't worth my time. He was just following orders.

he asked, taking a step back suddenly. “What are you talking about? Who is Draven?” I mirrored his step forward, trying to keep the same distance between us. I didn't want to let this man, with the answers to my past, escape me. "Don't play with me. I know you can shape shift, Warlock!" he exclaimed in such disgust and anger. Whoever this Draven was, it was clear that this man both hated and feared him. "What are you going on about? My name is Dane, not Draven. I'm not a fucking warlock. I'm a werewolf. You literally saw my wolf when you approached me." The man paused as he thought about my words further.

he sneered. Anger surged through my veins, fueled by the wolf's fierce instincts. "Your knowledge and power pale compared to the light that radiates from within me," I retorted, conviction lacing my voice. "I hold the power of unity, of balance. The purity of my spirit will vanquish your darkness." “Is that so?” With a wave of his hand, the warlock summoned twisting tendrils of black magic, aiming to entangle me in their malicious grip. However, I was prepared; I countered his attack with a powerful shield, my voice channelling ancient incantations.

He roared, shooting fireballs out of his mouth. She easily dodged them, the last one she held up a hand and extinguished it easily. "I didn't come here to fight." The Warlock scoffed, "your powers say witch, but your scent screams vampire, I trust neither." Harlow had a dumb look on her face for a split second, "but you're a warlock, we are basically the same thing." He chuckled. "That doesn't mean I associate myself with your kind or anyone like me. Especially after what happened between me and my family."

CHIARA “SO I’m a warlock,” he says. “Or that’s what I’m called.” I nod. His short statement pulls me further from the sexual haze I share with him into the reality of our worlds merging now. I suspect this is the first time he is talking about this with anyone. “And you’re a witch.”

Further upon asking about its source, middle aged couple informed us that infected young girl was their younger daughter while her name was name Mariana, Mariana was one beautiful young girl who turned Seventeen year earlier that week and her secret long time lover Adrian proposed Marian for marriage but she declined his proposal and made fun of him in front on her entire family and friend because he was a hunchback young man, she also mentioned that she was simply using his love for her selfish motive, Adrian was a Taylor by profession he used to run a small yet very popular garment shop in their town while Mariana used to get her gowns designed from her without paying him a dime. Humiliate

The warlock took her hand, kissing the top, garnering a growl from my dad. “I always forget how possessive wolves are. My name is Luz. Pleasure to meet you.” The warlock stated, taking a step back. If the warlock hadn’t come so highly recommended by Sarah, a witch that our pack have worked with for years, I am sure my dad would have put him in his place for touching my mom. As it was, I could see my dad seething next to Luz. Anders stepped forward, clearly wanting to get down to business, although the smile across his face told me that he was enjoying the situation. 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.

I look at Argos and the new wolves. “ How about I give you a name at least.” I said. I looked at the female and whisper don’t worry, this won’t hurt. I let my eyes glow until I get a name. Don’t ask me why I do it. I have never figured it out. But I can feel when someone is good and it helps me name them. “ You are a warrior, a protector. You need a name that suits that. I have got it. I will call you Myrina.” I said before I turned to the male. I looked into his eyes and I could see he was a proud warrior as well. “ And you sir I will call Ajax.” I nod to myself “ Yes, those names seem fitting for you two. Again I thank you for your help. And I’m glad you are safe.”