White Trash Warlock Novels & Stories

I hiss in pain as his claws score against my neck and chest, tearing cloth and puncturing my skin. “Don’t kill the bitch yet!” one of them hoots in laughter. “I want to make her crawl!” Others snicker as I stumble back. I glare at them through the strands of my hair, trying to breathe past the pain. Crawl? Not fucking likely. I’ve crawled enough for other people to last me a lifetime! I plant my hands on the ground, one of my fingers landing on some leaves growing out of the crack of the dirty floor. It’s difficult to use my warlock abilities right now because of how the drug is attacking my system.

Clara says, checking herself in the mirror and applying her lipstick. "Who am I dealing with again?" June asks, remembering she hadn't been given a name. "Miles White." Clara replied and June's heart dropped. Whoever didn't know whose name that was, was probably unalike. No way she had gotten herself in this much trouble with the Whites. They were a lineage of endless billionaires and anything they blessed bloomed but what they cursed, withered. But then when she remembered why she was doing all of this, she didn't care if she shot down the president as long as she learned what happened amidst lies and truth for her deceased father's sake and her mother's treatment she was even more willing

"So, say it slow for the girl who missed a decade. The last fight in North Carolina popped the Gray like a blister. All kinds of crap came running out into the real world. We shacked up with the Blackwoods, made a bunch of babies, passed some supernatural laws, and spent years driving around like a popular TV show, taking out the uglies one city at a time." She took a cautious sip of the bitter sludge and winced. "Then, more poop. Some asshat magician caused a Pulse and stole the magic from the furry ones. Now humans, warlocks, and God knows what else are fighting for a pound of flesh. Was this all Asmodeus? Just his greed?"

The volcano was a jagged wound on the earth, the ruins of the ancient altar buried three miles beneath the surface in a pocket of necrotic air. The Council’s records—stolen by her hackers years ago—confirmed the fear. The White Wolf wasn't just a powerful shifter; it was a "System Reset." Every thousand years, the bloodline manifested to purge the weak and the corrupt. The Council didn't want peace; they wanted a world they could manage. And a White Wolf was unmanageable. She reached out, her finger tracing the indigo fragment. The stone was pulsing faster now, reacting to Leo’s proximity, reacting to the "First King" waking up in the room next door.

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

Nothing. Theron stopped crying and looked at his brother like he had no idea what had just happened. Neither did we. That was when we realized the boys had inherited the White Wolf healing ability too. I smiled at the memory. “Those two are going to keep us busy,” Onyx said. I almost laughed. “You think?” I shook my head slightly. Onyx had been enjoying every second of watching the boys grow. He had also become far too entertained by their little competitions. “They are powerful,” he added.

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

My friends advance alongside me, ready to take on the world. "Stop." My voice rings clear and a wave moves through the room, causing everyone to look at me. Ezequiel laughs hard. "You think your puny tricks can scare me? I am a Warlock, raised on the fears of children, and bred from the ice of hell. Nothing scares me, and definitely not a girl who thinks she's special." His hands move, and a spindly black object shoots towards me, wrapping itself around my arm.