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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

An elder council member scowled. "Amusing? The bloodline of the Zeroth has awakened. If we do not act now, history will repeat itself."

Another council member nodded in agreement. "Kalen is untrained. He doesn't yet understand the depths of his power. This is the time to strike—before he becomes unstoppable."

Oren chuckled, his fingers drumming against the table. "Or… we wait. Let him struggle, let him grasp for control. Then, when he begins to believe he is safe, we strike where it hurts the most."

The room fell into silence before the head councilman spoke. "Prepare the Shades. We watch. We wait. And when the time is right, we erase the last remnant of the Zeroth."

Kalen's Struggles in Mastering His Bloodline

Back in the hidden training grounds, Kalen stood in the center of a desolate field, his body drenched in sweat, his hands trembling from exhaustion. Every day under Li Zhi's brutal training felt like a lifetime of suffering.

Li Zhi circled him like a predator. "You are weak. Your power is nothing but a raging fire with no control." He slammed his staff into the ground, sending a shockwave through the earth that nearly knocked Kalen off his feet. "Summon your bloodline's power, or die trying."

Kalen gritted his teeth, frustration boiling inside him. No matter how much he pushed himself, he couldn't reach that power again—the power that had destroyed Vaelin Drex. It remained locked away, just out of his grasp.

Seraphine watched from a distance, her fists clenched. "This is insane." She had seen Kalen endure pain before, but this? This was something else.

Just as Kalen was about to collapse from exhaustion, a sudden gust of wind swept through the field, followed by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps.

A deep, commanding voice rang out. "Still torturing your students, Li Zhi?"

Li Zhi's eyes narrowed. "You."

From the shadows emerged a man who appeared no older than forty, but his aura carried an ancient weight—just like Li Zhi. His silver hair flowed behind him, and a playful smirk danced on his lips.

"It's been centuries, old friend. Still obsessed with breaking your students before making them?"

Li Zhi scowled. "I forge warriors, not pampered fools."

The man turned his gaze to Kalen, who was still struggling to catch his breath. "Then why does this boy look half-dead?" He stepped closer, studying Kalen before turning back to Li Zhi. "Let's settle this the old way."

Li Zhi's expression darkened. "You propose a duel?"

The man grinned. "That's right. We fight, and whoever wins gets to train the boy. Unless, of course, you're afraid you'll lose?"

Seraphine glanced between them, realizing that this wasn't just a friendly rivalry—this was a battle of ideologies. One believed in breaking a student down to forge them into warriors, the other believed in nurturing power in a different way.

Kalen, barely standing, looked between the two. "What… what does that mean for me?"

He smirked. "It means you don't have to suffer like this to grow stronger."

Li Zhi crossed his arms. "Strength comes with sacrifice. If you let him coddle you, you will never unlock what lies within."

Kalen clenched his fists. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear—this was only the beginning of his fate.

The warlock bloodline was stirring… and the world was watching.

Chapter 16 – The Council’s Plot & The Struggles of Power