Warlock Names Novels & Stories

"Locked under the magic of witchcraft is a wolf strongest known to exist. With eyes red as blood and fur dark as night, he was a sight no one remained alive to describe. Many have tried bringing it to life,but failed giving away their lives. Untill an innocent girl comes sealing her and the fate of entire mankind The girl named Thora Valentine" .................................................. 7:15 am Bloodmoon pack grounds A girl lays on the cold freezing ground. Her breath coming out heavy as she tries to move.

When I looked at the two men, I noticed that they both had surprised expressions on their faces. "Sherry?" they called together, in the form of a question. I frowned, then quickly looked at her. "Who are you?" she asked seriously. She, too, looked surprised that they called her name so easily, as if they knew her. "My name is Lee, and the man next to me is called Chase," the warlock answered. "I don't know you," her cold response came. "Of course you don't, and that's because we had only met once at Ian's pack," he answered, as I angrily glared at them.

And then coming closer, he continued his orders. "Kriss Emmett Persephone Sage- The Phoenix Azen David- Red Rain Randall Quint - Earth’s Wrath Zen Parez- Intoxicator Alaiya Miller- Glistening Snow.” He called out the name of the title holders. Enunciating loudly, “To fight this war and bring me victory at all cost!"

Carla interjected, her tone sceptical, "Hold on, old man. Turn down the 'I am the greatest' attitude and tell us why you think you're this super-duper Merlin?" Zion looked at her in shock, taken aback by her bluntness. Then, turning to Sera, he asked, "You didn't tell them?" "And when was I supposed to do so, Zion?" Sera responded, her tone defensive. "Tell us what," Darius's voice boomed, noticing the worry creeping back into John's demeanour. "My full name is Zion Prototokos," the warlock said confidently, eliciting gasps from the two bears in the room, while John looked at the man, confused: was the name supposed to tell him something?

The Lycan guy standing by Gloringreag Horncoat stepped forward, followed by a mix of werewolves and Lycans, they came to stand about ten feet away from Saraya and I and bent their knees. "Luna, long may you live," their leader said. "Thank you," Saraya said. "No. Thank you for saving us. A lot of lives would have been lost today have you not come to our aid," the Lycan in the lead said. "What is your name?" Saraya asked. "Adalwulf," the Lycan replied. "Adalwulf, it is an honour to be of service," Saraya said. "Luna, Prince Dane, my sincere gratitude for weighing in even when it was not your fight," Gloringreag Horncoat said, standing by Adalwulf. His clan of dwarves lined behind him.

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

I pounced on the skinny guard with twisted sandy blond moustache, sinking my canine into his neck, and drawing a large pull of blood into my mouth. I growled aloud, feeling like a new man, alive and capable of many things. The blood watered my parched throat, giving me another chance at life. I snarled at the second fat guard with short black hair, who was already on his knees, begging for his life with teary eyes. I crawled over to his side, wiping my mouth with a thumb. "What's your name, young warlock." "Wy_ Wymond, Sire." He sobbed, shivering like a tree bending to the boisterous whirl of the wind.

While Eric and Tate just looked at me like they normally did. “How do you not know what a warlock is?” Ryan asked. “A warlock is a male witch. They are distrustful and they are only out for their own gains. Never trust a warlock to do anything for you because they will turn on you in a heartbeat.” Tate answered before I got the chance to respond to Ryan.

Mom laughed harder, “It’s not the fall that’s funny. It’s the way they fall. If his legs and arms went everywhere, that’s what is so funny and the noises they make.” He finally stated, “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help you get her out of there.” I asked, “I would love to get her out of there tonight. Is that possible?” The warlock shook his head, “Not a good idea. His senses are on high alert tonight. He will know immediately if there are disturbances. I am really proud that she has never mentioned the alliance with all the other species. The knowledge of that will definitely put his senses on edge.” I nodded, “Okay, so when would be a good time to do it?” He replied,

And they told me I wouldn’t have been able to see anything but the motion of Nate’s hand when he knocked Drew out unless I had something they called “magic sight.” They seemed to disagree about nearly everything, so their identical looks of disgruntlement when I started to laugh my ass off made me laugh even more, bordering on hysteria. Because what the fuck did you say to that? “That’s—I can’t—magic? Me?” I choked out. “I’m human, I’m—” “I’m human too!” Nate protested. “Warlocks always are. Werewolves and the like have their own names for anyone who can use magic as a craft, and not just innately.”