Warlock Names Novels & Stories

Sybil’s POV The man that dropped the gold coin on my head was the second in command, he was known as Eris, and he worked directly with the ruthless rogue alpha. There had been stories about the rogue alpha. Usually, stories were more rumors in packs, but not him, every story was real. How heads hung by the gate of his mansion as a warning to traitors. He didn’t need any petty fear, your head would just as easily add to his collection. He has many names. Great Wolf. The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher.

But how come? " But how? And what's that crown? Are...we dead?" She chuckles. Finding humour in this. Moving her head in a no to smile sadly at me. " We are not dead Alexandria. We have a lot yet to do." " And this crown. Well I am sorry for not telling this to you earlier that I...am the moon goddess herself." " Selene." " The goddess of werewolves" " Also called as Summoner of Light by some people out there."

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.

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.

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!"

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.

Yagami then said, "your first war was a success, you are now a free woman and no longer bound by the chains of the dungeon, word would spread." Alex then came closer and asked, "what would you want your warrior and adventure name to be, say it now and let your name spread!" Almost all great warriors had their warrior name, it was usually given after the first war and become more established as the warrior keeps on fighting. We had the likes of, 'Darius the demon, Yagami the Light, and Gord the butcher! Lycan Flare and so on. I looked up and said, "I shall be known as Angelina: Angel of light," the whole crowd shouted, 'Angel of light!" That was my new title, while some called me flaring Ange

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.”