White Trash Warlock Novels & Stories

The council’s smirking faces filled the screen like a lineup of demons in designer suits. Alpha Malrik and Luna Danika sat front and center, with that smug bastard Kade and his gremlin sister Saria on either side. Around them were the rest of the council....Alpha Draeven Korr, Alpha Solas Myrren, Alpha Malvek of Black Hollow, and Luna Valesa Greynight of Greynight Pack. Every single one of them radiated that disgusting smug certainty only tyrants carried. “…and we’ve received credible reports,” Luna Danika was saying with mock sorrow, “that the so called White Wolf has established a rogue kingdom in the north, where men are stripped of power and enslaved. Children are trafficked. Guns and da

Alley POV: I knew everyone was a little tense as they took seats around the office. This is our first time laying eyes on him, we've all heard the rumors but from what I can tell he looks rather normal. I mean his eyes aren't even red like the others. "So can someone explain to me why I am here or why I was even requested?" Jeremy stated, there was an edge to his voice and Cassandra had a death grip around his arm. "Jeremy don't be hostile, what do you know of the great white witch?" Ambrosia asked. "I know she died and that her brother killed her but nothing more, why?" Jeremy asked. Ambrosia looked at me and nodded. "I am the great white witch, and Raleighs brother Bosch has created an arm

He looked at me and said, "Never mind. I'm weird as well. I'm white while all other weasels are yellow or brown." "Do you want me to attend to the wounds on your feet? They look pretty bad. I have some potions." I said. "Is it going to hurt?" He looked alert. "I might need to remove the rotten tissues. But I guess it wouldn't be worse than you're feeling right now." I replied honestly. "OK. But I want you to hold me. I don't like this warlock. He has got some dark aura around him." he said. "What does he say?" Darren asked.

“You should head back to the room and start packing a bag for a few days, pack light clothes and don’t worry about any accessories. Warlocks are a lavish people, but they despise when it looks like others are trying to be more flamboyant than them.” “What kind of creatures are Warlocks?” “They’re Elves.” ‘Oh, dear gods.’

She is so powerful and you have unleashed her again. He shook his head and walked over to Lucas placing his hands on either side of his face he chanted some incomprehensible words and Lucas felt the hold over him beginning to weaken, ‘It’s working, keep going’ The Warlock staggered back and sank to the floor his legs buckled beneath him, ‘I have done all I can, it will take a little longer to wear off completely’ Lucas snapped at him, ‘I don’t have any longer she will be miles away already’

"Wolves, like werewolves? You're kidding right? Jesus is there nothing that isn't real? It's like I walked into a fairytale." "They are very real and very dangerous, nasty dirty mongrels that will stop at nothing until they have killed every creature but their own kind. Their king is a horrible beast who has no morals and will kill anyone no matter their age, sex, or species. He started the war and the other kingdoms as well as some lone tribes in the wild fought against him and barely won, we managed to scrape by until he retreated but not without great personal cost. The previous King and Queen of Astraea died as did thousands of other men women and children, including my mother."

Ivys POV- I walked up to the warlock hugging him slowly, how couldn’t I? This man was too hot for his own good. He was 6’5 short black hair slicked back, jaw line carved from the gods. Don’t even get me started on his abs. “What do I owe the pleasure, Ivy? You wouldn’t just show up here unless you needed something my spicy witch.” He said as he walked back over into his office to sit behind his desk.

'Who dares to harm my Eternal Queen?' The Great Warlock's voice boomed through the arena, stopping the woman's hand from reaching for the ancient dagger. He moved into the flickering light of the candle sconces, and everybody dropped to their knees. His presence was overpowering; he wore his traditional long purple robes, his flowing white beard hanging almost to the floor. Lifting his staff, he slammed it into the floor, lighting the huge diamond that sat atop it. It glittered briefly and then exploded into brilliant white light, blinding everyone in the vicinity except the young woman lying on the sacrificial stone. The chains holding her shattered into tiny fragments of silver, scattering

Sent to murder the Alpha whose curse may destroy his pack, an abused Omega discovers that he is her fated mate—and that the healing power hidden in her blood may be the only thing capable of saving him.

It takes about four seconds, because I’ve been saying yes in my head ever since she asked. I know what warlock blood’s worth on this block. I hear somebody call it Sugar every single shift, and whatever Marcus Bell was selling, it got him killed. Whitaker’s my wardcraft professor, and she’s going to fill those vials in her office with the kettle on and a hundred plants watching, for a grant with her name on it. She’s a warlock too. If all she wanted was blood to sell, she’s got a whole body full of her own.