Warlock Names Novels & Stories

“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.

You know that as well as the next man, but I think I have found the right one. StarWolf grunted his annoyance, ‘Out with it Beta, what have you done?’ Maxwell huffed and pouted like a child at having his moment taken away from him. ‘Are you fucking pouting at me Max? I mean, come on. For real?’ Max grinned back at his Alpha, ‘I have only secured the services of a direct descendent of the Greatest Warlock that ever lived. Marvin can trace his ancestors back to Merlin.’ He finished proudly until StarWolf chuckled,

one of them asked, disgust written all over his face. “Who said I was running?” I sent a strong wind in their direction, causing them to retreat a few feet and stopping their continuous firing. I grin from ear to ear like a fool, proud of what I just did. Back on my senses, I schooled my face. “What the hell is wrong with all of you? Will it kill you to call me by my name? You think warlocks are so high and mighty that you can’t even bear to mention my name?” My voice was cold, but my eyes were on fire. I was furious. Even Balthazar called me a little witch but never called me by my name. Let’s see who is above who now.

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.”

"The doctor is aboveground in one of his lab-rooms getting the things he needs for his experiments ready. The wolf-hunter general left already, but he will be back. They are both excited that the plan is working." "I still cannot believe that you are the Wild Psychopath, neither can I believe that you are Anaconda." Cronus huffed. Onaries turned, piercing him with his cold, lifeless gray eyes. "I do not care what you believe, Werewolf. I went by the name Anaconda when I worked in the military. That's the name humans know me for. You all decided to call me the Wild Psychopath. I did not choose that name. I am just Onaries, the Alpha Leader of the Elephant Clan. And when all this is over, I wi

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