White Trash Warlock Novels & Stories

"Are you ... a cleric ...?" asked nervously one of the three miners who had not lost consciousness of him. "Or maybe a priest?" another miner continued. "Or maybe ..." the last miner started "a magician?" Before Zark delivered an answer, he looked around him, since he was rectifying that his spell had healed the fallen miners. Watching the other miners slowly get up, he realized that they were the same or even more confused than the three miners who remained standing. In his mind, he wanted to respond by saying "I am Zark and I am a Warlock" but decided against it, as DM recalled that in the worlds of magic and fantasy Warlocks do not have a pleasant reputation, since they are generally view

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

There's a witch nearby. Karl sniffed the air, but smelt nothing. "I think it's easy for a witch to sense another witch," Karl said, after taking another deep breath. "Oh my God, do you think that's why none of them returned?" Karl asked, with true terror in his voice. "Let's hope not, because this one is extremely strong,'' Matthew said. Matthew was a warlock, born from a noble family, that severed in giving back to the earth. He had salt and pepper hair, his beard was almost grey, with dark chocolate eyes held years, and his lean body suited him well.

I said, walking around him to assess how he's doing so far. I suddenly saw him flinch, then shudder. I knew instantly what was to come. He's losing control again. I knew it will be very difficult the moment I knew what his affinity was. Being a dark warlock meant his powers are immensely aggressive. And if that person with this certain affinity doesn't know how to control it, he will eventually be consumed by the power. And that is the very exact thing that I'm trying to stop happening.

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

My father looks at me with happiness in his eyes, and claps before speaking again. "Great job son, you have immobilized him in the simplest yet most effective way, most other wolves would of just made them tired themselves out. You have ended the match early by doing the most simplest thing, now round two this is Jerry he is a level two warrior. You are to knock him out but not kill him, got it?" He says. I nod my head indicating I understood. "Great, now fight." He says.

"I've just been informed that the presence of warlocks have been identified and confirmed." My eyes widened. Gasp and shocked expressions spread throughout the room. Warlocks were thought to be a thing of the past, yet here they are being mentioned like they've never left. From what was taught from history, Warlocks were very powerful beings, even moreso than witches. We aren't too sure what sparked the violence, but they went on a rampage, killing thousands of humans, ruining miles and miles of land and earth, and all those that dared to stop them. Since that time, they've ceased to exist. All other species went on about life as if they never existed. All of a sudden, they're back. I don't

Rightly so. My gesture wasn’t enough. Ghost dismissed me, howling a sad song, and then ran into the woods. Shit. The rejection brought up old wounds. I was always messing up the best things in my life. Happiness was only a fleeting episode. “Em?” I flew into my father’s arms, sobbing into his chest. “The white wolf has different abilities, and you have proven that, as a witch, you have increased powers, too. Your gifts also come at a price.”

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

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.