A Sorcerer’s Journey Novel Novels & Stories

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.

And where they touch, my skin burns with the chill of a thousand winters. It was all part of the plan, I realize. How could I have been so stupid? I begin to weep. The threads constrict, a web of enchantment that starts to weave me into a cacoon and the Sorceress watches, her eyes aglow with an otherworldly light. And just before the cacoon engulfs me, I let out one last scream. "HELP!!!!!"

Green fillamentous stuffs kept levitating in the dark and Declan didn't move further to keep safe. A blue flame suddenly appeared before him and he frowned as to what it was. The blue flame broadened and his eyes widened to who he saw. "Sorcerer" He called in shock. "What are you doing here" Declan asked. "Aren't you supposed..." "Don't search for me when you go back cause you won't find me... I am far where mortals can reach so the best you can do is regain your lost identity... You aren't just Declan remember that... Alpha Declan" The sorcerer said and the blue flame suddenly dissappeared and...

He despised sorcerers with everything in him, one had taken Aria and his child away from him, and anyone again who dared to come even as close to him as his territory border was going to feel his wrath and now there was one freely moving in his lands, killing his warriors and had even gotten as close to killing him. “But it's one unlike I've ever seen,” The physician continued recapturing Damon’s attention, he turned to the man. “What do you mean?” His voice came out dangerously calm. “It certainly is sorcery but there is an element of something unrecognizable, it didn't take a spell to do this.” And he looked up at Damon with fear in his eyes. “This was not done by an ordinary sorcerer.” “W

Well, except the pretty Elizabeth. You two will join and be friends, soon. You two suit each other’s fiery personalities. Wait until I reach my city. You will know where is hell soon enough. After walking for hours, they reached the city proper, down the mountains. While walking, Lord Avide is already plotting something, planning some shrewd actions with his twisted mind. Lord Avide and his rich friends bade goodbye to each other, and went separate ways-to their respective homes. Lord Avide is too exhausted to flirt with the young maids, and he fell asleep when his head hit his pillow. He snored loudly that it can be heard outside his vast mansion.

Why are you escaping?