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"Esme didn't say, only that mad your own choices and that you were killed by a werewolf." Darius raises one eyebrow. "I am neither witch nor warlock, actually," he says, "Something of a disappointment for my mother. Oh and I think you mean wizard. Warlocks usually don't like being called Warlocks. Sensitive souls. Warlocks are generally in league with unnatural forces. But I digress. No, I am not a witch or wizard. I am a magician." "What's the difference?"

one of the guards spoke up, his tone tinged with concern, "What about the witch they have?" Darius's jaw tensed at the mention of one the enemy's ally. "Unfortunately, it's not just a witch they have, but a powerful warlock too," he admitted. "Thankfully, we have Magnus, who not only saved John, our Luna, and his cousin, but is a powerful Warlock himself." He turned to Magnus, gratitude evident in his gaze. "Magnus and Zion have agreed to help us strengthen our defence," Darius announced, his tone infused with determination.

“This is Magnus and Darius, High Warlocks of the Warlock Church.” Kat regarded Magnus, the younger one, who had bleached white hair in a shaved cut with patterns dyed into the sides in black. He looked about thirty but Kat guessed he must be older to hold such a high position. She smiled beautifully at him, with a slight condescending tinge to her eyes. “What do you want to know, Magnus of the Warlock Church?” He smiled at her sarcasm. “Typical demon personality, I see.” “Met many demons, have you?” She asked coyly.

Felix turned on his heel to leave, but before leaving he gave one last warning. "Remember. I'll be watching you. " With that said, he left. Viktor leaned forward in the chair where he was sitting, and vomited. ♦ ♦ ♦ The warrior priests, Paladins and Clerics as manifestations of the divine intervention of the gods themselves on the earthly plane, regarded the Magi who practiced their arcane arts, made potions and wrote scrolls as little more than Warlocks and Sorcerers.

“I don’t plan on giving you that. What I am interested in knowing is what exactly you are. I know you aren’t a werewolf.” “You are right; I am not. I am a warlock. “A warlock?” I repeated. “Yes, similar to a sorcerer but also... different in some way. A sorcerer is born with magic flowing through their veins, but a warlock isn’t born with magic; we earn it, and for this reason, we operate on a different level.” “That’s how you were able to make Mom forget about you.” “Yes. It was a simple spell.” “When you made her forget about you, why did you compel her to believe Slade was my father?”

The distinction between a warlock and a poison witch doctor was that a warlock practiced a specific type of sorcery called black magic that originated in Southeast Asia. Black magic was a hybrid of witchcraft and curses designed to retaliate against specific people. Smack! "Damn it!" Chancellor Snyder slapped the table, frustrated. His entire body erupted in golden light, and behind his head appeared a crown-like halo that resembled the sun. That happened in a flash, but it reminded Chad of who the chancellor really was—Micah Snyder. Chad had learned that name from Grayson. Micah was once one of the ten most powerful warriors who fought in the battles beyond the sky.

"You have fought well, children of the fallen king. But your spark belongs to the Deep. Yield, and your deaths will be quick." "I would rather watch this entire kingdom burn to ash before I yield a single inch to you!" Leo shouted, his eyes flashing with the golden fury of his father’s wolf. He swung his sword in a wide arc, a crescent of silver light cutting through three cultists, but ten more stepped over the dissipating smoke. "A brave sentiment, boy," the Magus sneered, raising a hand wrapped in a blinding, purple singularity. "But completely irrelevant. Take them! Bind their souls to the altar!"

Old healer notes from times of war. Some mention strange beasts—shadow-bound wolves that tore through packs and vanished like smoke. But one scroll stops me cold. Its ink is faded, but the words are clear: “Beware the dark familiar. Called forth by the warlock Magnus during the first rise. Fed on fear. Eyes red as flame. Could twist the minds of the weak. Could wear the skin of the dead.” I drop the scroll. My breath catches in my throat. It’s real. What I saw wasn’t just a nightmare. It was his.

"It's a core ingredient for a much more powerful curse." "I know!" Meggie glared. "But the relic is sealed in the ancestral vault! The wards only respond to a pure Luna bloodline!" "That's your problem, not mine," the warlock said, turning to leave. "I want the Heart of the Moon Goddess in three days. Or else…" He looked back, his eyes glowing with a malevolent red light. "Or else you'll experience the same pain Hazel did." The door slammed shut. Meggie collapsed to the floor in fury.

"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.”