White Trash Warlock Novels & Stories

My face remained emotionless because I didn’t want them to enjoy my discomfort. A man approached, less than twenty years old with a funny smile on his lips. He was more than two feet taller than me, and he was not thin but had tough muscles. Looking at his cat-eye pupils I knew he was a warlock and a very powerful one because the others around us stop talking and waited for him to speak.

Chapter 78. Laura's POV. She gave a low sad smile, "No, he wasn't. His eyes are purple because he was a warlock." Wait, what!? A warlock!? "What... What do you mean? My dad is a warlock? How's that even possible? I mean, how!?" I questioned, my brain unable to comprehend the new information I just got. My mother just told me my father was a warlock, my dad wasn't a werewolf but a warlock.

“Berus.” Silas called into the crowd, waiting as a dark figure emerged from the crowd, a black aura surrounding him. I lifted my head slightly so that I could see him, this large cloak covering a hunched frame, a large, bony hand holding onto an oak staff which was twisted up towards the heavens, an elegantly placed crystal ball attached to the top, the oak curling around it. His face was covered partially by his wavy silver hair, his amethyst eyes shining through, promising me a world of pain should I take even a single step out of line. His dark blue cloak was tattered and old, the colour fading ever so slightly, his skin sagging and wrinkled. I knew of this warlock, I knew that he was a n

VICTORIA I knew I would meet my mate eventually, but I was surprised it would be the high warlock. Fate could be cruel. I fought my whole life against the warlock movement. They were generally evil and power-hungry. As much as I was surprised, I was mated to the high warlock. I was more surprised he was raised human and never tapped into his magic. This could be a game-changer for someone not tainted by dark power and evil. They could unite the factions. I had never heard of a white warlock, but it was worth checking into. I can't feel the mate bond because I am only seventeen, but the oracle showed me what he looked like when Devon laid eyes on me when I first busted into that room. I knew

An old friend, Rufus, a powerful Warlock, came to see Zachary about the dire situation. "They are dark witches, Zachary. They use forbidden spells—black magic. Trust me, I had no idea they were aiding the vampires. Let me help you win this war. I’ll put them in their place," Rufus offered, his eyes glinting with determination. "We need all the help we can get, Rufus. Thank you," Zachary replied gratefully. Warlocks were incredibly rare—only five existed in the entire world, each one possessing the power of a hundred witches combined. Rufus called upon his fellow Warlocks to join the fight against the dark witches.

White wolves were supreme to other supernatural beings, but that was until a dark sorcerer, DrakoenDrakoen, made a move for their incredible power. Drakoen is a formidable being consumed by all evil. He is the embodiment of all that is evil. He wants to be more powerful than anything living. He wanted the collective power of the White Wolves, which would make him untouchable and the ruler of the world. The white wolves could not let such power fall into corrupted hands. They made a sacrifice to kill themselves to die along with their power. They could not take the risk of fighting with him and losing to him because he had an army of creatures who pledged their allegiance to him.

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

“Also, she doesn’t want me to connect with other species except witches. She was even willing to hand me over to that ancient warlock, even if it would cost me my life. For Baltazar to harvest my power, I need to unlock it first, but if he finds out I’m useless and he time-traveled for nothing, he might just kill me right away. There is no way in hell I will spread my legs for that super old bitch of a man. He may even smell like cockroaches already,” releasing a forced chuckle. “You’re attempt to be funny is terrible, Whitey!” Nico teases. “Where the hell did that whitey come from?” Agatha sneered, feeling annoyed imagining whitey to be a dog’s name than an endearment term.

I could tell just from that look alone, this warlock, whoever he was, was in a far different league than all the others I had seen. “What do you think you have done?” he raised his voice at her. “Grand Warlock, trust me, I have a perfectly good reason for this,” she said in her defense. He sneered at her then turned to look at me, “Nothing you say will be good enough to justify bringing a vile beast like this to our sacred headquarters.” I cocked my head at him, this was not the first time I was being insulted by these petty witches but this was the first time the insult hit hard. A low growl escaped my throat as I glared back at him.

Like I was never his victim. "How can you…?" I whispered, my fingers moving to touch my own skin in disbelief. Zach gave a weak smile, but his eyes still held so much power. "I’m the most powerful warlock in the world," he said simply. "I’ve mastered every spell. I’m a hybrid, Seraphina. No one can match my magic. Not even your worst nightmares." I stared at him, completely in awe. And then his face turned serious. Intense. Darkness danced behind his silver eyes. "I swear to you," he growled, stepping closer, "I’ll rip Damien apart. I’ll tear open his chest and place his heart at your feet. He will beg for death, and I will make sure he remembers your name with every scream that leaves his r