Witchcraft Warlock Novels & Stories

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

They are used to make beast weapons and emitt the chatacteristics of the beast depending on the level of the beast. *Witches The enemy of the mages. They are simply evil mages who wants to take over the world and release havok. *Warlock They are the warriors of the witches. They fight and cause havok in the land and also forcefully turning other mages to the possessed ones. *Possessed Mages that have been forcefully recruited to work for the witches. *Mages Society An association of mages who helps to fight against the witches. They are mostly consisted of high mages and archmages. They help to promote peace in the land and they rule the mages.

And they told me I wouldn’t have been able to see anything but the motion of Nate’s hand when he knocked Drew out unless I had something they called “magic sight.” They seemed to disagree about nearly everything, so their identical looks of disgruntlement when I started to laugh my ass off made me laugh even more, bordering on hysteria. Because what the fuck did you say to that? “That’s—I can’t—magic? Me?” I choked out. “I’m human, I’m—” “I’m human too!” Nate protested. “Warlocks always are. Werewolves and the like have their own names for anyone who can use magic as a craft, and not just innately.”

Dakota gets up before making her way towards us, her eyebrow raised with intrigue as she studies my reaction. “A what?” I ask lost. “Its something a witch or warlock can conjure up. It’s meant to deceive you, make you believe something appears as something it’s not,” Hewitt explains simply,”-like a magical mask.” “So now there’s a sorcerer involved with these creatures?” Blackwood recoils into his seat looking horrified. “A powerful one at that,” Dakota glumly admits, “-a spell that powerful isn’t something your usual warlock can handle.” “Oh brilliant,” Blackwood huffs under his breath as he wipes a bead of sweat running down from his forehead, appearing flustered by the unexpected news.

He took only three of each group as these were very good at their job. Amongst the warlocks was one from the far land of Azania. He stood out because of his stature and complexion. As well as his skills and prowess. His name was Mtungagore. Harold had recently recruited him. He had heard of his accomplishments and he brought him to his side. Hades convinced him that the wolves were planning on wiping out all the other races. That was enough to draw him closer. However, Mtungagore was more than he let out. He had more abilities than he let out. He could control three elements as well as delve into the innermost parts of one's soul. Of course this he kept hidden from Hades.

He drawled with a knowing smile. “Something like that” I said pulling a chair across from him. “I need to know about a warlock. Tall, gray cloak, old chants and performing blood rituals near the Prophetess ruins.” He raised a brow. “That sounds like madness. Or like you’re chasing ghosts again.” “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t real.” He leaned forward lighting a cigar. “Word in the underground says a man was asking about a witch-blooded girl. Said he needed her strand to complete a spell. Sound familiar?”

Never underestimate a Larkspur’s smile. Solstice (SOL-stiss) – Tied to lunar and solar cycles, this coven channels celestial magic and cosmic alignment. Members are known to rise as star-priests, lightweavers, and keepers of balance between day and night. Aetherwind (EE-ther-wind) – Cloud-walkers and storm-callers, Aetherwind witches are aerial mages who manipulate weather, winds, and sky-born magic. They are fiercely independent and rarely stay grounded, literally or politically.

"Lady Athena took some powers from Lord Czar and here our alpha is not here..." "How do you know did?" Leticia asked knitting her eyebrows. "My ancestors worked with Lady Athena..." "And tonight after midnight, we cast a spell on her..." said the monk. "I don't think a monk can cast a spell on humans." "Yes, but a warlock can..." his smirk was obvious. "You are a warlock?" Leticia asked unbelievably. "How many spells are we going to cast upon me?" Pidge came to sit with them. She was weaker as before...the dark circles were visible.

“Explain what you mean, lass.” “Witches like me only retain our power as long as we have our virtue. If a man steals it, we lose whatever gifts we have. If you were to deflower me, sir, I would no longer have the gift of Sight.” She licked her lips and looked down as her cheeks flushed. It was clear the topic embarrassed the poor girl. He frowned. “Must it be me specifically?” He wasn’t certain why he asked the question, for the idea of allowing any of his warriors to be the one to take her virginity immediately caused a surge of anger he had to bank down and breathe through.

I am a warlock? Lies. I’m no warlock. Right then, Abigail narrowed her eyes, looking at me with suspicion. Not a good look for her, really. Some women should never grimace like that, as it makes them resemble she-goats who weren’t milked properly. “Can you swear on the holy symbol?” I nodded like crazy. I could do that until the cows came home. There was quite a specific difference! How could I be a warlock? I had never summoned any demons or signed a blood contract with them. I was a necromancer, true, but no warlock. Warlocks summoned demons to gain magic power; before they did that, they had been ordinary humans.