Witchcraft Warlock Novels & Stories

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.

while Warren rushed towards the man to save the damsel in distress but the envisioned rescue was cut short as Warren fragmented into pieces like a bloke of ice made into ice cubes. "Life Return" a tiny voice sounded and Warren reorganized into piece again under the cast spell. But it visibly took a large toll on him since beads of sweat were flowing down his face and he was coughing out huge amounts of blood. Warren was injured and weakened as the spell he cast was surely not without a price. Life Return it seems was not an easy spell to cast. "A life warlock. Fascinating," the man mused friskily at what he saw. Warlocks are those experts that do not follow the standard road to immortality.

They decided that they should just make the existing spell stronger and use several witches and warlocks together to do it. I smiled as they all surrounded the house and placed the spell. The simple act felt comforting to me until we heard a scream coming from the coat closet in the living room. Zach opened the door and pulled the dark warlock out of the house, then stabbed him in the heart with an ice dagger that had been laying close by. Well, at least now I know the spell is working.

This bastard is definitely trying to make me look weak and incompetent in front of my council of elders. "And what proof do you have that Okiro has a hand in this?" I asked, barely above a whisper. "Feigning ignorance now? I see. Demon wolves are a product of a very ancient, powerful and dark sorcery." He stated "Duna!" I whispered, putting the pieces together. "How many more warlocks do you know of that are practicing such till this very day?" He asked, earning a pin drop silence from everyone....apart from the endless clawing and banging sounds from inside the cawurhi.

"Esme didn't say, only that mad your own choices and that you were killed by a werewolf." Darius raises one eyebrow. "I am neither witch nor warlock, actually," he says, "Something of a disappointment for my mother. Oh and I think you mean wizard. Warlocks usually don't like being called Warlocks. Sensitive souls. Warlocks are generally in league with unnatural forces. But I digress. No, I am not a witch or wizard. I am a magician." "What's the difference?"

asked Astrid, finally opening her voice. Lycus Lewis nodded regretfully and guiltily. “I know their identity. I was the one who borrowed their strength to slay the dragons. However, I regret my decision at that time,” replied Lycus Lewis as he put his palm to his face in frustration. His face looked red with shame and guilt. “Who are they? Do they have names?" asked Astrid. "Yes, I borrowed the power of the Warlock. They are creatures that are half-demon and half-human. They can use black magic power and borrow the power of the demon itself," said Lycus Lewis.

"I am a perfect hybrid myself. That's another reason I'm happy you're my mate. I'm an Alpha wolf too." "Alpha?” she asked in shock. “Yeah. But I’m a lone Alpha.” “You’re a werewolf and wizard," she muttered. "I'm not a wizard. I'm a sorcerer." "Sorcerer?" "I do hold the title of a wizard but I'm a sorcerer in truth. Wizards become warlocks after years of practising. Not all become one in their lifetime. But I’m a sorcerer, a rank higher than both and sorcerers isn’t something a wizard achieves. They are born. A warlock has to bow before a low-ranked sorcerer even.”

I let the whispers happen for about a minute watching them before I say, “I am being led to believe it is one of you that helped the wolf. I am told this is not an easy spell and that the barrier wall that enclosed them and took their magic away was powerful. So, this leads me to believe that the warlock or witch, must be known for their power or abilities.” The witches and warlocks began looking around and among themselves, like they were looking for a particular individual and then their eyes all locked on the same warlock and so did mine. The warlock had to be in his late twenties, and I knew he had come with the second wave of the Covent that showed up here.

Bennett start, but it was Barrett who spoke next. “He is a sorcerer. He was once our wizard, and as such had gained tremendous power, thanks to the strength of the pack. That’s the thing with our witches and wizards. The moment they accept their role and take their place, their power increases tremendously. Only Draven let this power get to his head, believing himself a god. Your father thought it best that Draven be exiled and stripped of the power the pack had supplied him. Somehow Draven had discovered his plans, and that’s how our dark day came to pass. Draven conspired with the sorcerer group, The Eldritch Circle, to attack us all. A sorcerer's magic is tainted by darkness, leaving its

He asked them and instantly replied. "I am a magician, a dark magician." A cycle is to be completed, the presence of a dark warlock will merge all pantheons and breed war. This is the prophecy, the prophecy spoken off the lips of the being of Secrecy. (CHECK THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR THIS QUOTE)