Romans & histoires Warlock Apprentice

The warlock didn't answer and that's how he found out that they are setting traps for him, but still he insisted to follow him. He must eliminate the Warlocks before it will eliminate someone from his pack. While running he can sense that someone is also following him from the back, that's why he looked back and wounding them. He stepped on both of their bodies and ask, “Get away from here and I will spare your lives.” Warlocks' eyes are terrified, that's why both of them nodded. Keifer stepped away from their bodies and looked away. But then the Warlocks are about to stab him from the back. Warlocks are like a wizard, they can cast spells, that's why Warlocks is a worthy opponent of Werewol

Some new apprentices even angrily requested Maxim to allow them vengeance. “Master, allow me to kill this fool!” “I must avenge Amber, we must have justice!” Maxim remained calm among his apprentices’ as they clamored on, fighting to be the second to enter the arena. However, Zephyr noticed that Maxim had clenched his fists tightly, very tightly. “Do you dumb*sses even know what the Dance of Devils is?” A Horizon apprentice spoke teasingly loud enough to garner the attention of the others. It was Ricky Shafer. Ricky was the strongest apprentice at Horizon Peak. His body emanated the power of an Agile of level four. His pride was naturally warranted when he spoke. “The Dance of Devils is a po

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.

The image changed and it was a picture of what looked like a man with white long hair and glazed over white eyes. The words next to the picture were Warlock. I counted ten skulls under the word threat assessment. "Warlocks exist too?" I gasped. "The things of storybooks are not simply just myth and legend. Just because you don't see them it doesn't mean they are not there," he explained. "This creature cursed me," he said through gritted teeth and then he changed the image on the monitor again. "He cursed me to become this disgusting creature," he spat. I turned my eyes to the screen to see a big obsidian wolf with red glowing eyes and razor-sharp teeth. My breath caught in my throat. "Why d

Lucifer fired back angrily. *I'm sorry, boss. Let's get going for the blood hunt,* Annihilator hissed excitedly. Lucifer shifted into his wolf form, a massive black beast with glowing red eyes. He leapt from the window, landing silently on the ground below. He moved with lethal grace towards the dungeon, his mind focused on his next victim. Luciano, standing guard outside the dungeon, saw the wolf approaching. He quickly ordered the guards to leave, recognizing Lucifer in his wolf form.

“Do you want me to call you Master?” Hunter gave a sly smirk. “Hell yes. Normally I hate that title too, but coming out of your sexy mouth turns me on. What’s your safeword, red?” “Hmm...? Snake.” “Snake? I figured it would be water.” “I hate snakes. I figure if I get scared, and use my safe word, I’ll hate what’s being done to me as much as I hate those creepy things. So... snake.” “Good choice. Let’s head inside. I have so much I want to show you.”

His pitch-black eyes bore into the man, but the warrior remained unfazed, his look defiant as he replied. "Who would join a warlock with delusion of grandeur?" the man shot back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Mason's response was swift and merciless. With a muttered incantation and a twist of his fingers, he cast a deadly spell upon the insolent warrior, causing the man to choke and gasp for air. The warlock didn't relent until the warrior lay lifeless on the ground, a grim testament to the consequences of defiance. The crowd recoiled in horror at the display of power, gasps of disbelief echoing through the square. Mason surveyed the crowd with a cold detachment, his gaze sweeping over the

"He doesn't want you to be locked away, he just wants you to be protected. That is all. Once we know who we can trust, it will be easier." "The man in that photo?" I asked and he sighed. "He is a warlock," he said. "He is one of the King of Witches and Warlocks Advisors. We are looking into it." I nodded as the smell of strawberries and watermelons filled my senses. Hela whimpered. "Mate." Came a deep voice startling both of us. Alpha Grant Doyle's POV

“I will snuff it out in one blow.” A ripple of laughter moved through his warlocks, low and sinister. The warriors, already half-broken by the rituals, howled their approval, the sound twisted and wrong. Lucian turned back to the ring, his gaze settling on the two wolves still locked in brutal combat. Their movements were jerky, unnatural, but undeniably powerful. The warlocks had gifted him something no other Alpha possessed: soldiers unbound by mercy, unbroken by pain. He crouched at the edge of the ring, his fingers brushing the dirt, smearing the blood pooled there. He raised his hand to his lips, tasting the copper tang on his tongue. His eyes closed, savoring it.