Warlock Apprentice の小説・ストーリー

Yes, they provided me food but that doesn’t mean I should be grateful. Werewolves are enemies, they will always be. “Hunter,” said one of the werewolf guards and gave me a cup of water. I drank all of it and lean my head against the wall, thinking of what am I going to do right now. I still can’t believe that Alarick is the Alpha, he looks too young to be one, and based on my father’s stories, Alphas have beards. I embarrassed myself that day by not realizing that one of them is the Alpha.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Alex noticed the stranger first and signaled to Kai, who approached cautiously. "I mean no harm," the stranger said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "My name is Orion, and I bring news of an old enemy who has returned." Kai's eyes narrowed as he studied Orion. "What enemy do you speak of?" "The rogue werewolves have revived an ancient adversary, a powerful warlock named Thorne. He seeks to aid them in their quest for the supreme god's power. If they succeed, his dark magic will amplify their strength beyond measure."

I interjected. “Yes son, stronger than a neophyte or acolyte,” my father responded, “most common witches are neophytes, their powers are limited to telekinesis and minor spells. An apprentice is one step higher than neophytes. They had practiced better magic that could kill. If there is an apprentice, then there is strong coven here nearby.”

His knights struck their chest plates and roared: “Arden Retis! Uyan Taesil!” I saw green tinged black smoke explode amongst the enemy forces, tossing bodies high, casting limbs and torsos in different directions, ripping soldiers to pieces in sharp, brief explosions designed to demoralise and confuse. Warlock magic. To my left, Daerton stood amongst the rear guard, his hands aglow, his dark hair whipping in the backdraft of his power, his cloak snapping at his heels, and his eyes unseeing as he spell-cast. His lips curled back as he snarled out the invocations.

Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,” Marcu growled in agreement as he beamed at his voluptuous mate. “I will train with her brother,” Nick stepped forward. “Me too,” Adam added.”You trust us with her, and we will keep an eye on her, what do you say, boss?” Drago crossed his arms, finger to his chin, then addressed Madchen, who pouted in anticipation. “I will let you, Madchen,” she jumped for joy, but he put a hand up.” you have to wait two weeks, to heal properly though, and I won’t give you any leniency.”

“I promise… we promise that we won't hurt your mother and grandfather. For now we are just taking the necessary precautions so that they don't do anything that can mess things up. We don't want any chaos caused by the devil. If that happens, not only the lives of the immortals will be in danger, but also the mortals out there.” A young man close to Rokan looked at me sarcastically. “What a wolvire. You should be killed as soon as you are born. Your parents are really naive to think the Varsan Seal can hold your power forever.” I don't understand their words and I don't care. I just want to live, just it. They make me angry, make me hate, make me—

“They don’t resist. They don’t have complicated thoughts or emotions. If you can’t bind them, you’ll never be able to bind or unbind anything greater.” I looked down at the rabbits again. They looked so small. So harmless. My heart twisted. “What if I mess up?” I asked. The warlock didn’t even blink. “Then they die.” I froze. His tone hadn’t changed. It was still calm, like he was talking about the weather. Not life. Not death. “But… what if I don’t want to hurt them?” I whispered.

Made of seven interlocking rings of magic. It didn’t just mark an attack. It marked a summoning. And the name scrawled in blood-red ink beneath it made my breath freeze in my lungs. Velarion. He wasn't just a warlock. He was an ancient. One of the Forgotten. Fuck. There were no no boundaries they wouldn't cross.

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. He began to back out of the crowd like he was going to make a run for it. I turned to Sal and he nodded seeing the same thing I was seeing. The warlock brother’s men began to chant around the circle and the Covent parts leaving the warlock out of the back of the crowd. He knows by the look on his face that he has been made and looks like he is going to make a run for it but looks around and sees he is surrounded. Then what I see shocks me. Black mist comes from the warlock’s hands just like the man that was guarding the hybrids. I quickly look at Hunter and he knows exac