Warlock Smith Novel Novels & Stories

Part 3 "King Andre Bastion Smith, a figure of regal authority and grace, stands as the revered Wolf King, the supreme leader of all wolf packs spread across the vast and diverse expanse of the United States. With deep-set, piercing eyes and a commanding presence, he carries the burden of leadership at the age of thirty-three, though whispers circulate in the shadows about his ongoing quest to find his fated mate. The grand castle they call home, a magnificent structure steeped in history and surrounded by sprawling forests, is not only a residence but also a symbol of their lineage and power. Within its walls, the Royal Smith family continues to live, each member bearing their own legacy of

Isla’s POV As I stood on the threshold of the warlock's chamber, a chill wind swept through my hair, carrying with it murmurs of whispered incantations. I braced myself, the glow of the amethyst crystal in my hand growing stronger. The power surged within me, a fusion of the wolf's instinctual prowess and the ancient craft of a witch. Locking eyes with the warlock, I could see the satisfaction in his twisted sneer. "So, Miss Isla, you've come to meet your end, my dear hybrid witch," he taunted.

the warlock replied in his mind and turned to the she-wolf. "Sorry, my… Lisa… I’m sorry to make you nervous. My name is Darren." he said. "Glad to meet you, Darren." the she-wolf smiled at him, "Let’s grind the pepper together and let’s make a fire." She then grabbed the warlock’s arm and walked away with him happily. Fucking she-wolf. She seemed to love and trust anyone except me. And that fucking warlock. The moment I saw his fucking sissy face, I just want to fuck his brain out.

I whisper hoarsely, Fenir rises violently, mine ,mine,mine. The bond wasn’t new, it was stolen buried amd destroyed And now it's awake and filled with anger and despair, something so sacred that was desecrated. I stagger to my feet as my bones tremble under pressure of the shift. My eyes blaze gold. And before I can't control it, the sound tears out a howl, raw and agonizing. A howl of war, the sound explodes through the dormitory, and glass shatters all around. Windows crack and burst outward as the force vibrates through the wall.

The Serpent’s Smile The night in Lucian’s camp was thick with smoke and the iron scent of blood. Fires burned low in pits, casting shadows that writhed like demons across the faces of his warriors. The ground was scarred where countless wolves had trained, fought, and bled under his command. Lucian stood at the center, silent, watching two warriors tear into each other in a sparring ring. Their bodies were ragged, their eyes feral, their movements sharper than natural wolves. They weren’t ordinary anymore. His warlocks had seen to that.

The council chamber reeked of sweat and tension. Alpha Romero sat at the head of the long oak table, fingers drumming impatiently as his advisors debated the latest territorial disputes between them and the warlocks. "We're losing ground and our magic is weak..." It was the same old. He wasn’t listening. His wolf, Kaiser, paced restlessly in his mind, its agitation growing by the second. Then the doors burst open. A young warrior stumbled in, breathless. “My Alpha–”

Just as Maurice's slap was about to land, I blocked him with a swing of my arm. He looked at me in surprise, not expecting me to be able to dodge his attack. I'd rarely shown my martial arts prowess in my past life because I hadn't wanted to hurt his ego. But in this life, I could no longer stand having an idiot like him showing his face before me. I was about to cut ties with him when Mr. Smith came to me. He said he'd already prepared the carriage to take me home. I didn't want to keep them waiting, nor did I want to waste my breath arguing with Maurice. So, I walked past him and headed home.

His jaw extended, his teeth sharpening into vicious fangs. Within seconds, Varek had transformed into a massive wolf. His eyes locked onto me, then he lunged. Oh my goodness, we're dead. Just then something huge crashed into him midair. I stumbled backward as my brows furrowed. Another wolf stood between Varek and me. Massive and powerful, its fur bristled as it lowered its head, a deep growl rumbling through its chest. My breath caught. Was that Kael’s wolf? Why did it look so familiar? And why did its presence feel so powerful?

"I apologize, I had heard the rumor of your life in the human world, but I was not aware you knew so little of your own. No marrying a stranger was not what I had hoped for myself, but it became inevitable after the wars between the creatures of this world. This marriage will ensure the safety of my people as well as yours. This is the first time our kind have been allowed to mix so this wedding means much more than a simple a allowance. It will pave the way for a new history to be written with us as the victor. "I keep hearing about these wars, but no one has told me why or who they went to war with." His hands clench and his jaw tenses as he stares blankly at the pond. "The wolves" the gra

"I am free. There is a difference." I grip my dagger. "Darian. You made him reject me." "Darian was easy. He already resented you. The mate bond was an insult to him. A future Alpha mated to a servant? I simply whispered. Gave his nightmares a voice." "And the war?" "A masterpiece. Fifty packs against eight. Blood on the snow. Wolves killing wolves." She sighs happily. "And when it is over, I will move to the next kingdom. Start again." "You will not live to see the sunrise."