Witchcraft Warlock Novels & Stories

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.

Shaking his head my dad said urgently," We need to stop the two Covens first. Simona has given hers to the Serpent Breath Coven and some warlock calling himself Zelos. He is very strong and I want to kick his ass." Glaring at him I rolled my eyes. "Would that be to help the covens or just your pride?" "The man isn't human!" "Neither are we!" I retorted. The chains fell from Axel and Sawyer dragged them off to the corner of the room into a pile. I hugged my mate and he placed me on his lap while he remained situated on the floor. "Atticus is trying to explain that this warlock wants to eliminate all the werewolves and the humans in the area and take claim of the land. I kept hearing about som

He tries to get away from her touch but is helpless. “Let’s see what secrets you are hiding,” she says as she starts to read him. He cringes away, the feeling of a warlock being scanned can be incredibly painful. Particularly when they are evil and have many secrets. Only witches as powerful as my mother have had success breaking a warlock. I see the sweat start to build on the forehead of Carlos.

I said. Eldric sighed. “You are both braver than wise.” “But not wrong,” Zenith countered. Eldric studied her for a long moment, truly studied her. “I knew your ancestors,” he said quietly. “Not their names. Their impact.” His gaze softened marginally. “They weren’t saints.” Zenith nodded. “Neither am I.” A pause. Eldric folded the map and tucked it away. “Then if this is happening… it will require an oath.” Zenith looked at me. I nodded. “A tri-binding,” I said. “Healer, witch, warlock.”

I told him. He grabbed the empty glass and tossed it up with a laugh. Without looking at it, I raised my arm and opened my hand in its direction. The glass exploded in the air. He ducked the shards that came from it. Then he looked at me like I had grown horns and a tail. I chuckled a little at his reaction. "What the fuck was that, Wesly?" He asked me in shocked disbelief. "I am a warlock, Jake. My mother is a witch. My powers have only recently surfaced." It felt like I had just shed a ton of bricks weighing on my chest.

And then of course, there was my dear brother, Khor, or as he was now known, a Dark Lord Khor. I knew he was coming for her. After all, Dragana was his granddaughter, but I suspected that he too was more focused on prophecy then anything else. His timing was curious to say the least. Our world was under some type of attack – things have shifted and I could sense the change. I knew that even Frist Dragon’s forces were attacked. We all knew something different was happening. Khor had to have sensed it too. An extremely powerful witch and lethal Lycan, his strength was legendary and I knew he used dark magic too. I am not sure if he knew that Dragana was with Alpha King all this time, but those

"Just tell me what you know about him and leave Emily out of it." Brown shrugged, then ruffled his hair the way Larry did. Andrew smirked, "He's Lerman Kivolsky, a sorcerer of the 57th order. He runs an underground fight club that uses feral or rogue werewolf kids till they drop dead. The champions are set free when they come of age their memories are wiped out of course but they turn out to be delinquents and end up dead or back in his care. It is a large network of hoodlums and wealthy sponsors. His location is unknown. It's like he vanished after the attack."

West asked in concern, causing Weaver to playfully wiggle his eyebrows in response. “Why? You offering?” “It’s the least I can do Weaver. You saved my brother. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t in the past. You’re the strongest Warlock in North America. You can effortlessly channel all forms of magic, those based on primal factors being your preferred.” West said with a nonchalant shrug as he held his hand out to Weaver, his eyes dark with the promise of pleasure.

“I’m trying, Reule. But whatever Acwulf is using—it’s strong. Ancient. This isn’t a simple cloaking spell. He’s tapped into something darker.” Reule’s voice dropped to a growl. “He wants her, but why? He took her. I will find him, and I will end this.” “I know.” “Then find me a way in.” Yannis paused. “There might be someone who knows the catacombs below the Old Territory better than anyone. A rogue warlock. Name’s Wavren. He was once Acwulf’s mentor before Acwulf turned on him when Acwulf couldn't learn magic. Acwulf must have found another student of Wavren.”

But Baron Stewart was a dragon vein warlock, so he couldn't really beat him. Any professional can acquire a specialisation at the fifth, tenth and fifteenth ranks. As a mage, if you don't awaken the 'Instant Spell Casting' specialisation, you can only cast spells honestly. A warlock's spells come from talent, and not only are they instant, they don't require any materials. Of course, the advantage of being a mage is that there are many types of spells, whereas a warlock only has a few. Once advanced, a warlock is no match for a mage. But the problem is that everyone is now at fifth level and the gap cannot be closed.