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Warlock Bloodline

In a world where warlocks once ruled, their power is now forbidden. For centuries, the greatest warlock of all 'Lord Zeroth' vanished, leaving behind only whispers of his legacy. But his disappearance wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning.

Kalen never knew who his parents were. Raised as an orphan in the slums of Vaelthar, he struggled to survive in a city torn by corruption and dark magic. But when a brutal murder in the shadows reveals a blood mark on his hand—a mark tied to the lost warlock king—Kalen’s world shatters. He’s no ordinary orphan. He’s the heir to a forbidden power.

Suddenly, Kalen is hunted by enemies who want his bloodline for their own. As he uncovers the secrets of his past, he awakens powers far darker than he ever imagined. With warlock clans, dangerous cults, and ancient creatures after him, Kalen must navigate a treacherous world of betrayals, demonic contracts, and old prophecies.

But the truth behind his father’s disappearance is far more dangerous than he could have ever predicted. As Kalen’s power grows, so does the mystery of the warlock’s curse. Will he master his dark inheritance, or will it consume him?

The bloodline of the greatest warlock is stirring. The heir has awakened. And the world will never be the same.

Warlock Bloodline

Dark magic pulsed around the man, wrapping him in a suffocating aura of power. Even the assassins at his back seemed wary of stepping too close. He stood at the center of it all—composed, patient, as if he had already foreseen how this battle would end.

His eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto me.

"Kalen Zeroth," he said, his voice like the whisper of a blade drawn from its sheath. "You don't deserve the blood that runs through your veins."

Seraphine stiffened at my side, her grip tightening on her sword. "We need to run."

There was no running from Vaelin Drex.

Vaelin Drex – The Council's Shadow Executioner

A name whispered in fear across warlock circles. Vaelin Drex wasn't just a hunter. He was a Sentinel of the Council of Shadows—one of their high-ranked enforcers. A skillful assassin. A warlock whose hands were stained with the blood of countless fallen warlocks who had dared to defy the Council.

Ranked fifteenth Seat among the Council's executioners, he was known for his precision—he hardly failed his mission. If he had been sent for me, it meant one thing.

The Council had decided I was too dangerous to live.

His power wasn't wild and destructive like other warlocks. It was precise. Refined. The magic around him didn't lash out uncontrollably—it obeyed him like a trained beast.

His Shadowbrand Spear—the weapon he had just summoned—was made entirely of condensed dark magic, capable of piercing through even the strongest magical defenses.

The Battle Begins

One second he was standing before me—the next, I felt a shadow moving behind me.

The warlock assassin raised his hand. Shadows coiled around his fingers, solidifying into a spear of pure darkness.

Seraphine tensed. "Kalen, listen to me move out of the way—"

Seraphine reacted instantly, pivoting on her heel and swinging her blade in a lethal arc. But it sliced through empty air.

I spun, my breath catching in my throat.

Instinct screamed at me to move. I barely managed to twist aside as the Shadowbrand Spear grazed my shoulder, a searing cold spreading through my flesh. It wasn't just physical damage—it was cursed magic, burning into my veins like poison.

Vaelin exhaled, as if disappointed. "Too slow."

He raised his hand. The shadows around us trembled.

Then the world darkened.

Nothing but blackness.

I couldn't even see Seraphine anymore.

This was Vaelin's domain.

A warlock's Shadow Veil—a technique that drowned the battlefield in pure darkness, severing sight, sound, and even magic if one wasn't strong enough.

Chapter 8 – The Warlock of Shadows