Warlock Smith Novel Novels & Stories

As I continued hurling spears and daggers into red, glowing, eyes, a thought occurred to me; how am I going to do this when daylight hits in just a few hours? I’m not going to be able to see glowing eyes. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a blackberry muffin for some instant energy. I sat at the table, eating my muffin and contemplating life when Billy sat next to me, “How are you holding up, little one?” I chuckled, “About as well as can be expected for a broken warrior.” Billy asked, “Why are you broken?” I explained, “I thought killing Dune would stop my night terrors and flashbacks, but I just added to it. Now I keep hearing him ask why I didn’t just let him mark me.” Billy sighed, “I ca

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Wendy snickered at her mate. "You can get travel sickness from portal travel," I asked, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, but the question fell on deaf ears as Warriors started coming out. They gasped in shock when they saw us. Henriette slicked her hand and fire circled the warriors, trapping them. We ran to the door that they had exited from and made our way inside. I followed the scent of my mate and we ran down a flight of stairs, taking out anyone who came towards us. Hamish and Wendy stood guard at the top, Hamish turning into his wolf and letting out a fierce growl. We entered what looked like a dungeon area and I smelt blood, a lot of blood, missed with forest rain. As we got c

Eventually, his hatred would rise again, stronger than instinct, and she would pay the price. And what about being a werewolf tamer? That title meant something very different than she first believed. Part of her revenge had been tied to the idea of gaining influence through Marcus, but now she doubted it was possible. As she drained the tub, her mind drifted back to priest Chanan and his stories of werewolf tamers. None of them ended well. The wolves in those tales were different from Marcus, yet they all chased their breedmates with nothing to hold them back. Marcus was different only because the times had changed.

I’ve spent most of my life avoiding the packs’ games, but Alaric changed everything. He was different from the others—an alpha who ruled not with brute strength, but with cunning and vision. Under his reign, the packs had known something resembling peace. And while I stayed far from his court, I respected him. That respect brought me to Silverfang Keep tonight. I wasn’t here as an invited guest, nor as a challenger seeking glory. I was here because the scent of wolfsbane had led me to this place—a scent that always spelled death in our world. And death was waiting for me when I found Alaric’s chambers.

His touch is rough, it causes me to shriek in trepidation. As a princess of Elanor, I have always been shielded by others. I have never needed to use my wolf to fight. Warriors have fought on my behalf, and my own hands have remained untainted by violence. My wolf, a primal ferocity has stayed dormant, never once drawing blood. But today, something within me shifts. The years of restraint breaks and for the first time, I bare my claws. They are sharp and deadly. I slash at the gamma, rending through his armour as if it were made of parchment. The warrior staggers back, a look of shock and pain etches across his face as blood seeps from the fresh wounds.

"Should I be worried, sir? About Arabelle being more capable than expected?" "On the contrary." The man looked at Arabelle's photo again—the fierce intelligence in her eyes, the strength in her posture. "I'm impressed. Dante chose well, even if he chose for the wrong reasons. She would have made an excellent addition to our original partnership, back when we were building this empire together." "That's... oddly respectful." "I respect worthy adversaries. I just don't let that respect stop me from destroying them." He gathered the photos of Arabelle into a folder. "She killed the Wolf. Fine. That tells me she's formidable. But being formidable in combat and being prepared for psychological wa

The girl has some strength in those hands of hers. “Didn’t I just tell you to f*ck off?”. She speaks to me in a deadly voice, her eyes flaring red for a split second. “This is between…”. Me and him, I was going to say, until I get interrupted yet again. This time, not by Athena though. “Well, would you look at that? Ever heard of that joke about a wolf, a Lycan and a warlock at a bar?”. For f*ck sake.

I stated flatly. I reached up, my small, pale hand gripping the heavy leather collar of his armor. "You locked your generals in the deepest cells of Level Three," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Beta Torin. General Kael. Elder Vance. You stripped the Vanguard of its commanders out of paranoia. But Valerius didn't use Torin to infiltrate this keep. Valerius used the Warlock. The Warlock opened the door, and the Warlock is dead."

‘Nope’ I yelled back, my eyes not leaving the sight of books, I walked past but then stopped, something grazed from my fingers, I stepped back and tried to find what it was, it felt like something pricked on my finger. ‘I felt too, something very strong touched me’ Irene mumbled, my eyes anxiously looking for it again when they locked at one book. ‘Legacy of White Wolf’ I quietly murmured those words and water gathered in my eyes as if something stung into it. The emotions right now were foreign, I was unable to understand them, but they were overwhelming. My hand was tracing the title.