Warlock Of Qarth Novels & Stories

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.”

Mine and mine alone. She swallows hard, then continues reading, voice trembling. “The Karthyx are the only warlocks who can trap Vezymyrith in souls. The curse is so powerful, even the doer cannot unbind it. But a powerful devil… can force the soul into another.” She pauses. “Into a baby.” We all exchange tense glances. This is beyond anything we’ve ever faced. “The Karthyx… they were the cruelest,” Liam says, voice low. “The coldest. The most dangerous warlocks. But they were wiped out centuries ago.”

As he studied the intruders, his wolf watched through the human eyes. Ten hunters. Manageable. But the one in the middle— Power radiated off him like a heatwave, humming beneath the skin. Something ancient. Something wrong. A warlock… a high-ranked one. What is a Warlock King doing beside hunters? The man’s lips curled as if reading the question straight from my bones. “I can almost hear your thoughts,” he purred, eerie and delighted. “Confusion suits you, Alpha.” His grin widened, sinister. “You wonder what a ‘high-level Warlock’ is doing with these weapon-happy Hunters. Shall I enlighten you?”

"Auntie, are you okay?" "Yes child," Dagmar muttered. "Are you sure the infant was a girl?" "Positive." Chloe frowned. "Why?" "Because that means you somehow dreamt of a very rare event indeed." The old woman replied quietly. "The birth of a Shadow Wolf Queen."

No mother should have to endure the pain of losing a child. Her death had been brutal. Moon Fang had been quiet throughout the Pack Wars and the politics that came along with it. As followers of the old ways and the family of the Conduit it was their duty to not intervene unless instructed too by the Moon. The faith allowed them to miss the pettiness that the wars had started over. The wolves had lost the true reason for life and had lost their faith altogether, a recurring issue that had led to the unresolved issues that still plagued them.

The warlock didn't answer and that's how he found out that they are setting traps for him, but still he insisted to follow him. He must eliminate the Warlocks before it will eliminate someone from his pack. While running he can sense that someone is also following him from the back, that's why he looked back and wounding them. He stepped on both of their bodies and ask, “Get away from here and I will spare your lives.” Warlocks' eyes are terrified, that's why both of them nodded. Keifer stepped away from their bodies and looked away. But then the Warlocks are about to stab him from the back. Warlocks are like a wizard, they can cast spells, that's why Warlocks is a worthy opponent of Werewol

Now think, is it worth it to go anywhere from here? "Won't they find me here?" Something I very much doubt that for such it will be a problem. And in general, explain who "they" are? “They” are mercenaries. Three werewolves and they don't care about you, me, or anyone. They have an order and they fulfill it. - Who is the customer? - Alpha Onyx, - I nodded, although I did not understand anything and there was a mess in my head from the information received. - Why do they need this artifact, if you say that it is tied to the blood of the Ambers?

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.

A sudden surge of dark energy slammed into her barrier, cracking it like glass. From the shadows behind Rett, a tall figure emerged. His cloak billowed as the air around him thickened with dark mist. Strange symbols glowed faintly across his hands, and his eyes gleamed with unnatural light. Rett smirked, his tone filled with pride and arrogance. “It’s a good thing I brought Jener with me,” he said. “He’s my most trusted man in the shadows… a warlock.” Althea’s breath hitched. The air grew cold as Jener raised one hand, twisting his fingers to weave a spell. The darkness crawled forward, swallowing the moonlight, pressing against her light like an unseen storm.

“B-but, how?” Mei laughed, amused at the look of bewildered shock on Jade’s face. “It’s a special skill I’ve had since… since…” Mei’s smile vanished. She seemed to be hesitating about something. “Since?” Jade prodded. “Well, you see,” Mei continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the beast gods. Well, I’m actually one of the seven stars of a beast god.” “WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?” Mei raised an eyebrow, “Bai Hu.”