Warlock Of The Magus World Novels & Stories

"W-why are you laughing?" "Oh miss, you shouldn't listen to such rumours?" He wiped a tear from his eyes and giggled slightly, "if you break a magical contract you'll feel the same prick in your finger as when you signed it. The person who signed it with you will also feel a prick so they can tell when your up to something." Alexis felt another hard slap to her face only this time anger came raging forward. "Agathus!" She stopped walking letting out a murderous burst of mana unconsciously, which frightened the poor hybrid. "Tell me what his highness is currently doing!"

Coal declared sounding all majestic. "I don't care what you are or what you want. You can rule all you want but not when it comes to Hari. That's different. And you think I am weak? I am a warlock. You are in me and not me in you. If you think you can survive without me, think again. I could find magic to weaken you or even kill you! I don't care if I lose the wolf side for Hari. I love him!" He was shouting by the time he was done and all he heard was silence on the other side.

"I am a perfect hybrid myself. That's another reason I'm happy you're my mate. I'm an Alpha wolf too." "Alpha?” she asked in shock. “Yeah. But I’m a lone Alpha.” “You’re a werewolf and wizard," she muttered. "I'm not a wizard. I'm a sorcerer." "Sorcerer?" "I do hold the title of a wizard but I'm a sorcerer in truth. Wizards become warlocks after years of practising. Not all become one in their lifetime. But I’m a sorcerer, a rank higher than both and sorcerers isn’t something a wizard achieves. They are born. A warlock has to bow before a low-ranked sorcerer even.”

he whispered, his voice grave. “What did you see, Elder Magnus?” I asked, my heart pounding with anticipation. His words were measured and heavy with sorrow. “I saw death, Agnes. I saw destruction and the end of the sacred order of witches. The path of war leads to darkness, and there is no victory to be found.” I felt a chill run down my spine as his words settled over me. It was a bleak and haunting vision, one that filled me with dread. The consequences of our actions, the choice to go to war, weighed heavily on my shoulders.

Witchery involves harnessing the magic already existent throughout the world with rituals and recipes, while warlocks are those who wield the magic of creatures from beyond this world. He wrinkles his nose very delicately. ‘Not warlocks, but some witches, especially those that identify as pagans. Mystics—human practitioners who find ways to harness the magic within their mortal bodies—also tend to work, but they’re very uncommon in this city. I’ll tell you more about them next time I give you and Scintilla a lesson in sorcery.’ He doesn’t seem inclined to explain more, and I don’t want to ask, either, in case I reveal something that I’m not supposed to, so instead I just let him help me heal

The prince had never achieved that before and Alarick, filled with pride, his own frost giant’s core sucking on the magic greedily and also releasing enough magic of his own to heal what damage the power caused. “Do you have a death wish?” Erriene stated. Alarick walked back to him, forcing Erriene to press back against the wall again. “You always sound so reluctant.” “I told you before, I don’t share of your disgusting ways with men,” Erriene said, trying to walk away but Alarick caged him, putting his open palms in the wall right beside his head. He leaned down and moved closer until he could gaze right into those violet eyes. He breathed over his mouth while Erriene watched him warily, li

My friends advance alongside me, ready to take on the world. "Stop." My voice rings clear and a wave moves through the room, causing everyone to look at me. Ezequiel laughs hard. "You think your puny tricks can scare me? I am a Warlock, raised on the fears of children, and bred from the ice of hell. Nothing scares me, and definitely not a girl who thinks she's special." His hands move, and a spindly black object shoots towards me, wrapping itself around my arm.

CASSIAN’S POV Magret had taken me to a lot of places to cure my ‘mutation’, and that had been when I met the warlock, Magnux for the first time. I could still remember how optimistic my mother had been about him, she’d been convinced a warlock as powerful as he was could ‘fix’ me and I’d finally be like the others, not the freak with two wolves. But Magnux had refused to do that, not because he couldn’t, but because it ‘wasn’t his place to do it’.

, hey became weaker, disconnected, human. Those that were cut off from the magic were angry. They felt betrayed, and they fought back many lives were lost on both sides. Until finally the Queen decided that no one from either realm would enter the other. The portal would be closed for the good of both realms. We assumed that eventually they would die off without connection to the magic, but they persevered, and eventually they forgot about magic entirely. There are those who wrote stories and passed down their knowledge throughout the centuries. But most of their knowledge is but pieces of the truth. What the human world knows of hours is vastly incorrect. It does not mean that there are som

A single cyclops owned the best forge in the city and had a waiting list longer than a royal grudge. Witches kept their city in the rock, but they weren’t cave-dwellers. They carved windows big enough for weather to visit and strung bridges between buildings so ravens could hold evening meetings there, gossiping and judging everyone. Their laboratories were less bubbling beakers, more patient circles drawn on floors where equations in chalk grew into spells if you walked them long enough. They had rules. They loved rules. They broke them only when the breaking looked like a new rule in disguise. Mages from desert lineages taught glass to remember the wind; stormcallers leased lightning to th