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An old friend, Rufus, a powerful Warlock, came to see Zachary about the dire situation. "They are dark witches, Zachary. They use forbidden spells—black magic. Trust me, I had no idea they were aiding the vampires. Let me help you win this war. I’ll put them in their place," Rufus offered, his eyes glinting with determination. "We need all the help we can get, Rufus. Thank you," Zachary replied gratefully. Warlocks were incredibly rare—only five existed in the entire world, each one possessing the power of a hundred witches combined. Rufus called upon his fellow Warlocks to join the fight against the dark witches.

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.

Within my line of sight, they pulsated like living things. One gold: The magic of the dragon. One blue: The magic of the elf. One green: The magic of the fairy. One brown: The magic of the troll. One indigo: The magic of the unicorn. One silver: The magic of the vampire. And one red: The magic of what? To complete the Seal, the blood of the hunter was required - Gabriel's blood. "What does this mean?" I asked, a little terrified at seeing myself bleed out. "To restore the balance of the seven magics, you must sacrifice yourself."

There’s an old saying, “Don’t anger a witch if you don’t want to eat bugs for the rest of your natural life!” Wizard: someone who uses or practices magic derived from supernatural, occult, or arcane sources. In several cultures, it is said the Wizards are quite similar to witches and are the Male equivalent of the aforementioned. Wizards are someone who is knowledgeable about ancient lore and magic. They often use Scroll Magic and or pre-cast spells written by witches. Their skills mostly lie in potion-making and spell research. They have a natural aptitude for magic. Warlock: The third and most formidable class of The W’s.

Immediately after, he stepped on the sword and rode on it, as it shot toward Tyr’s side at an extremely fast speed. “Mr. Zabinsky, please withdraw the formation!” the old man requested loudly. Jim subconsciously stared at the source of the voice. He instantly recognized this man and he called out to him, “Master Magus!” Jim was a little stunned by Magus’ appearance. As the new Lord of the Red Tower of Dragun Squad, he understood which almighty Demigod was watching over the organization these days. Along with Maxime, Spartacus, and Legolas, who guarded the border, Magus was another Almighty Demigod in the squad.

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

The chamber of Elder Magnus was a place of mystique and ancient wisdom. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the soft glow of candles cast eerie shadows on the walls. It was here that I sought answers, desperate for a glimpse into the future. “Elder Magnus,” I began, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination, “I need your help. I need to know what lies ahead if we go to war against King Crowell.” Elder Magnus, his long white beard cascading down his chest, regarded me with solemn eyes. He was known for his ability to glimpse into the future, a power that had guided our coven for generations.

or perhaps this is his true self after all. Magnus studies me closely. "You're getting annoyed with me, pup. How funny it is to trip you up like the old days." He tilts his head. "Tell me... what is this rogue group known for? What do they do? That will grant you an answer I believe." I scowl. "What they do? What they're known for?" Why is Magnus speaking in riddles at a time like this? I want nothing more than to punch his stupid face but he's also a warlock. He would never allow it unless it amuses him greatly.

I sighed, “If you would like to shift, there are some shorts in the hollowed-out part of the tree directly behind you.” The tiger walked to the tree line and found the tree with the shorts in it. I asked Singarti, “Are you sure about this?” She replied, “I am positive. You’ll see.” I continued picking blackberries and asked one of the angel guards, “Can you tell if that white tiger had dark magic?” He replied, “When he comes back, I will check and let you know.” The most beautiful specimen of a man started walking toward me. Tall, close to seven feet tall, a chest so wide Singarti could curl up and use it for a bed. He had platinum blond hair that was past his shoulders and the icy blue eyes

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.