Witchcraft Warlock Novels & Stories

And so will I. Slowly, I follow Slate's lead. The Grand Warlock is so deeply invested in his spell that he doesn't feel us moving behind him. It would be so easy to fight him, to take him from behind. But with all of the power pulsing from him, we could end up dying in the process. So instead we target the source of his power--the witches casting the spell. Slate takes the right, and I take the left as we begin our slow dance behind the witches, moving in perfect sync as the wolves in the cages watch us silently.

Even with the truth serum, I can see his face turn white. So, he was sent by the people making the Happy Dust and wanted to keep me quiet. Do they think sending a single assassin can silence me? It will take more than that. Nothing can take me down as long as I'm confident about it. After all, I'm the Red Witch. A rare being who can control the dead and make the world shake at the palms of her hands. With just a snap of my fingers, I can cause calamity. "It seems I was right," I grin. "Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time."

A man reaches out to grab my arm tightly and yanks the knife out of my hand and pulls me to his chest. "Such a shame, I would have really loved to get to know such a woman". Dumbstruck I am unable to speak. I hear my father from behind me clear his throat. "Calliope, meet Alexander Bathory. Head of the warlock council, son of the covenant leader Constantine Bathory.... and your betrothed".

"Don't get too far into your head. He usually hides his identity. The fact that you recognized me because of him, tells me that he trusts you with his life." "Huh? How's that?" I asked, completely lost. He chuckled. "Warlocks, by nature, are more powerful than witches. Not all, of course. There are no definite, but in general, we are. Twins are thought to be exceptionally powerful, and that, we are. He and I, from a young age, were able to develop our powers early. He developed his faster than me. We were always on display as children, and many put forth proposal after proposal for our hand. I didn't mind the attention as much, but, Nicholas... he grew to despise it. Many was always after hi

The Sacrificial Offering Manifestation was the most dreaded manifestation among arcane seekers. Even an Arcane High Priest wouldn't dare take it lightly. Once someone entered the manifestation, it would shift according to the conjurer's will, and escape was only possible by breaking it from within. Such an ancient manifestation was beyond anyone's knowledge, except for those few from the Dracotigris Order, Suncrest Sect, and Greenshade Guild who were just as old and close to death as Tobias was.

I knew the reason he kept them around was not to receive blessings and wealth, but rather for protection. He wanted to be warded off from the dead and to protect himself from divine retribution. Every year, he would find people blessed with good destiny whom he would swap destiny with. That way, he ensured business operations would continue to progress. Job was one of his victims. He also made sure to have my destiny swapped as well. When I turned eighteen, the clairvoyant predicted there was going to be a terrible, unescapable disaster that was going to befall me.

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.

Either way, we were all stunned, not realizing that this man, this warlock before us, was indeed a magical entity. Broderick scoffed, folding his arms. "Took someone long enough," he smirked. "Thought I was dealing with a bunch of amateurs." Vanessa's heart beat faster, her legs giving way until Justin pulled her closer into his embrace. "He's a—" "Yes," Broderick interrupted. "Your dear husband is a warlock, soon-to-be sorcerer, so I expect you and my dear daughter to come home quietly before I break the mold and burn this piece of shit coven to the ground."

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

Some even had their lips sewn together, an initiation for young warlocks as they must practice silence for a century. “I was there too. And after all that I have done for you. After all that I have sacrificed… do you not think me worthy to be one of the princes?” One of the warlocks, an elder with the symbol of a crescent moon on his forehead and a cross over his mouth, stepped forward. “No one is more worthy than you, Alexander the Immortal Sorceror,” he said, “But we cannot say the same for the rest of your chosen princes.” Alexander raised his chin slightly to intimidate the warlock. The warlock might be an elder, but he was still no match for Alexander. “You question my judgment?”