Novel & Cerita A Sorcerer’s Journey Novel

When she still didn’t move, I urged, “You need to go now. I can’t hold this open forever. It takes magic.” The final word in my last sentence was still coming out of my mouth when she disappeared through the portal. I wasted no time following her. The many assignments that I’d performed for Marduke had made me a strong traveler. I needed no recovery time at all. Since he was not himself, Lance was still resting his body when I came through. Nora, as expected, was kneeling on the ground while her stomach purged its meager contents.

Draco replied, stepping to the bookshelves and starting to pick up some books. They spent hours later reading and days later. Draco and Astrid came every day to read. Almost all of the books did not mention the First Sorcerer's name to get The Heart of Magic. This incident happened hundreds of years ago. That sorcerer was referred to as The Great Sorcerer. Astrid leaned against the bookshelf in despair. Under her feet laid the messy books she was reading. Draco sat on the floor not far from her. "It looks like our search was in vain," complained Astrid.

Lankko closed his eyes and heard the cluck of the chicken against the chirping of the many insects of the forest. "Enjoying your mud bath?" Lankko heard Enzir's voice. He opened his eyes and saw the muddy face and body of his master. Lankko sat up and tried not to laugh at his master's appearance. "What do we do now, Jad Enzir?" he asked. ******* Author's Note Thanks for reading! If you like the story so far, please show your appreciation by leaving a good review and giving this novel a good rating. P.S. If you're interested in horror, check out my other novel also in GoodNovel entitled 'Vampire of the New World'. I also have a paranormal romance novel entitled 'Entice the Moon to Fall'.

The force of his blow knocked the sorcerer off balance, buying us a moment of respite. "Now, Sophia!" he called out, his voice filled with urgency. I seized the opportunity, focusing my energy on a concentrated blast of pure light. The beam pierced through the sorcerer's defenses, engulfing him in radiant energy. The darkness within him wavered, weakened by the force of our united assault. As the sorcerer's form dissipated, a voice echoed through the chamber, chilling to the bone. "You may have won this battle, but the Order's plans are already set in motion. The darkness will consume everything."

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.

Together, they carved a path through the sorcerer's forces, their movements fluid and precise, their hearts beating as one. But amidst the chaos of battle, a figure emerged from the shadows – the sorcerer himself, his eyes gleaming with malice as he unleashed a barrage of dark magic upon the battlefield. With each spell he cast, the ground trembled beneath their feet, the very air crackling with energy. With a cry of defiance, Kate charged forward, her sword raised high as she faced off against the sorcerer. "You will not win," she shouted, her voice filled with determination. "We will not let you destroy everything we hold dear."

I lived for you, through which the Force flows, closed. The novice looked into the frozen face of the offender. “And now,” she struck with a clenched fist in the middle of the sternum, “I will open it.” A bright flash escaped from the body and slid over the girl's palm, disappearing. Donatos bent over. Greedily drawing in the air, choking from the sudden rush of trembling, heat and weakness throughout the body. The sorcerer felt like a dry river, the bed of which was suddenly filled with streams of water, rushing fiercely and furiously, sweeping away everything in its path.

The sorcerer gathered his breaths, walking to the hallway that led to the lone door where his Master was located. Upon opening the door, he found the man with silver long hair standing with his back facing him. His pale hand was holding to a book. He had stood near his chair which was covered around by the silk white curtain, eliciting an ethereal shine from him. Behind the chair was a large painting of the first sorceress, who had lost her life years ago. "Master, I have came back," said the sorcerer who then knelt in front of him, disregarding the fact how his master still hadn't seen his face, perhaps to show how he was angry at his decision that had caused casualties in the past.

I asked. “We are Vikings not Kelorians.” “And what exactly is a Viking?” Leon asked. “I would need a whole day to explain that to you.” Sif replied. “So how about we make camp and you explain what a Vampire is before I tell what makes a person a Viking?” “That sounds fair enough,” I said. “And tomorrow we will continue our journey.” “Where are you heading?” Sif asked. “To the land of the fairies.” “So are we.” I couldn’t understand where, and how, Sif and her men could have met A’el. Whatever the case, I was eager to hear her side of the story.

Ever so gently, he cups my cheek in his warm hand and gives me a slight nod, a promise that carries the weight of his protective stance. I am having trouble breathing, but I manage a smile. It feels good to be with Landon and Evander again. Landon continues to hold me as the Sorceress's wails continue, a cacophony of anguish echoing through the cavern. Desperation fuels her as she mutters incantations, attempting to summon creatures from the very ground beneath her but her flesh takes on lines and wrinkles before seemingly melting away to reveal worm infested bones. The storm rages on as the Sorceress continues her desperate bid in chanting.