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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

The survivors fled into the night, their breaths ragged, their bodies trembling. Fear clung to them like a second skin. Vaelin Drex—one of the Council's most feared executioners—had been slain. And not by an army, not by an archmage, but by a boy. A mere amateur warlock.

Their teleportation sigils flared as they arrived at the hidden sanctum of the Council of Shadows. The moment they stepped inside, the air grew heavier. They had failed. And failure was not tolerated.

The chamber was dark, lit only by a circle of floating blue flames. A dozen shadowy figures sat on stone thrones, their faces concealed by hoods. The Masters of the Council.

One of the fleeing warlocks, still trembling, fell to his knees. "Vaelin Drex is dead."

A man leaned forward from his throne, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. Oren Mercutio. Vaelin's long-time rival in the Council. He was ranked 16th, just behind Vaelin.

He smirked. "Let me get this straight… The great Vaelin Drex, the so-called 'Shadow Executioner'… was killed by a mere boy?" His laugh echoed through the chamber, sharp and mocking. "Oh, how the mighty fall."

Another voice, cold and devoid of amusement, cut through the laughter. "This is no time for mockery, Oren."

A new figure spoke. The Third Seat, one of the tenth most powerful warlocks in existence. He sat at the center of the Council, his voice carrying the weight of centuries.

"This boy… Kalen Zeroth… if he could awaken such power, then he is a threat beyond measure."

The First Seat, the Supreme Master of the Council, finally spoke. His voice was ancient, hollow. "We must act. Now."

The top ten of the Council had gathered.

One of the older warlocks clenched his fists. His fingers dug into his stone throne. He remembered.

The Warlock Zeroth. A man who single-handedly almost wiped them out long ago. His power had been monstrous, beyond reason, beyond the laws of magic itself.

They had thrown everything at him.

Armies. Spells of mass destruction. Assassins. Forbidden magic.

Yet he remained standing. A walking calamity.

The only reason the Council still existed today was because Zeroth had vanished.

And now… his son had awakened.

Kalen in Deep Sleep

Far away from the Council's plotting, Kalen lay unmoving. His body burned with residual energy from his awakened bloodline. He had no idea what he had become. No idea what storm he had unleashed.

But the world would soon find out.

Chapter 10 – Shadows in Turmoil