Warlock Smith Novel Novels & Stories

Lya The book I had found on my bed was interesting, to say the least. It had been wrapped in an old cloth, and the warmth under my skin when I skimmed my hand over the cover confirmed it was embossed with silver. Given it seemed to be a book about werewolves, and we had a sensitivity to silver, that was a peculiar choice. I wondered if it was filled with information they didn’t want just anyone reading. I hadn’t gotten much into the book - just the introduction of the Wulver Pack, its location, and when it came into existence - when there was a knock on the door. I went over to open it, not at all surprised that Oliver was on the other side.

The warlock. With all the descriptions he had heard, Damien was very sure it was him. He was crouched, opposite him, waiting and staring at the two figures that were coming towards them in this direction. Damien grinned in delight and instantly covered his scent, not wanting to alert the warlock. Not only was he going to munch on his entrée, but the main dish was here? Perfect. Damien watched closely as the warlock moved towards the two figures silently and that was when a familiar, delicious scent hit his nose. His eyes widened in shock as the two figures came into view.

I need to know more about them, about their lives, and what it's like to be a we're. “What are we watching?” I whisper to Jacob, hoping he can hear me. A smirk grows on his face, "no use in whispering, baby. We can all hear you easily. We're watching Elwi. It's about a woman who escapes prison to find her son." I nod as I pop some of the Sour Patch kids into my mouth, feeling my face twist at the sour flavors mixing on my tongue. An arm snakes around my shoulder, pulling me closer to Jacob. His arm is muscular. I feel so safe wrapped up in his body. You would think werewolves would be cold, but Jacob is damn warm.

she says in a desperate, urgent tone. “That is someone Alpha Kai has been looking for for a long time.” He says, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “Watch what happens to BloodCrest traitors, Nova, and learn well. This is not simply a pack of brothers running the city’s underbelly - there’s a reason Alpha Kai is known as The Beast of New York.” Hey, that line makes me feel proud as hell to be a Volkov. I turn my attention to my brothers and see the murderous look on Kai’s face when he approaches Vanya.

' I stammered but deep down I could feel it, I could see the truth in her gleaming blue eyes. 'I am one and alive at that and so are you. Warlocks can be either male or female, don't believe the myths.' 'How can I have a wolf and be a warlock at the same time? ' A turmoil of questions swirled in my brain, demanding answers. 'I don't know Scarlett but my theory is, your wolf is silent because your warlock side forced him into a comma. When you were attacked, they both came to the surface but because they didn't know how to work harmoniously, your warlock side eventually won. '

he said, his voice low and sharp. The bald man smiled. A crooked, mocking smile. He narrowed his one eye, as if amused by the idea of provoking an alpha. "Vardam Bowen," he said, unfazed, "is the last warlock of the Bowen bloodline." A dull thud hit my chest. I shrank without realizing it, my gaze darting from Max to Icarus, searching for answers where there was only tension. "Warlock?" I murmured, mostly to myself, the taste of the word strange in my mouth.

Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.

Lia says. Lia darts away from Gemma's wolf, earning a growl. Valens turns on the smaller grey and white wolf that had gone after Nova. But Axel isn't letting him get away. Axel swipes at Valens' side. Nova gains speed before turning and running straight at Axel. Using their speed to throw the wolf off balance. Nova pins Axel to the ground by the neck. Jaws clamped tight as he thrashes. Axel howls in pain. Nova glances to see Soren sink his teeth into Axel's leg, right in the stifle. Her brother's wolf only let go to do the same to Axel's side. He didn't want the wolf escaping them again. George and Axel would pay for their crimes even if Soren had to take that payment in the form of Axel's l

POV: SOREN BLACKTHORN The silence of the Grand Library was something I usually enjoyed, but tonight it felt tense, like the whole place was waiting for something. I stood in the center of the room, surrounded by thousands of old books and tall shelves that reached the ceiling. As the Alpha Warlock of the Blackthorn Coven, my life was built on knowledge, discipline, and control. While wolves depended on their strength and vampires hid behind their pride, I understood the power that moved through the world. Magic was alive, and I spent every day making sure it stayed balanced.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.