Black Sorcerer Novels & Stories

"What do you mean gang?" "Exactly as it sounds." Summer took another deep breath. "His gang is called Serpent Kings. It is the most powerful of the three. However, that power wasn't enough for him so he went and found me." "You mean he is using his own daughter for his own greed?" Asher demanded. Summer nodded slowly. "He allowed the highest bidder to marry me." "You can't be serious." Asher's voice had taken an incredulous tone. "How can any parent do that?"

“Berus.” Silas called into the crowd, waiting as a dark figure emerged from the crowd, a black aura surrounding him. I lifted my head slightly so that I could see him, this large cloak covering a hunched frame, a large, bony hand holding onto an oak staff which was twisted up towards the heavens, an elegantly placed crystal ball attached to the top, the oak curling around it. His face was covered partially by his wavy silver hair, his amethyst eyes shining through, promising me a world of pain should I take even a single step out of line. His dark blue cloak was tattered and old, the colour fading ever so slightly, his skin sagging and wrinkled. I knew of this warlock, I knew that he was a n

But for every strike we landed, the sorcerer seemed to draw strength from the darkness itself. "There's no escaping your fate," the sorcerer taunted, his voice echoing with triumph. "The Key will be ours, and the world will be forever shrouded in shadows." I gritted my teeth, refusing to yield to the sorcerer's gloating. "We won't let your twisted vision become a reality. We fight for the light and the balance of the supernatural realm." With a surge of determination, Alex unleashed a devastating attack, channeling the power of his werewolf essence. The force of his blow knocked the sorcerer off balance, buying us a moment of respite.

As they ventured deeper into the heart of the darkness, they encountered the source of the malevolent energy that had been plaguing their kingdom—a powerful sorcerer, steeped in dark magic and driven by a thirst for power. The sorcerer's eyes burned with hatred as he faced Marvin and Jace, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "So, you have come to challenge me," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You foolish mortals, you stand no chance against the might of my magic."

He stood there with his terrifyingly unmatched presence, his black eyes cold in a frightening way. The sorcerer’s grip around my wrist tightened when he saw him before speaking in a rough voice. "She is mine. She belongs to me. No one will take her from me." A terrifying smile spread across Alexander’s face, and his deep voice carried a deadly threat. "Remove your hand from what belongs to me… you bastard." I think I’m now trapped in the middle of the greatest tragedy imaginable… me, the Lycan King, and the Devil of Black Magic.

“I kept all the spells in one manuscript. Maybe you didn’t notice this, but I can be pretty damn stubborn. It occurred to me that the spells that triggered witches' genes were similar to spells on what goes on inside every human soul during its changes, but unfortunately Sulu succumbed to his darker side already. I was too late. He left, but before that someone saw him. He became darker and darker as ever. I reckoned his seer gene took over, therefore making him the dark sorcerer who betrayed us. "He was the one helping the enemy?" "Yes. The traitor. With the help of his friend." Tommy winced. He pulled away from her, shifting in his seat, and stared at the small yellowish eye floating in th

Elliott blurted out, his voice dripping with anger. Suddenly, Lynx's ominous laughter filled the cavern as he emerged out of the darkest part of the cavern together with Zico. His eyes glowed with a malevolent light, and Zico's body was emanating with raw sorcery as he stood next to him. Before Alexander, Natasha and Elliott could react, Zico unleashed his dark sorcery on them, enveloping them in a swirling whirlpool of purple force. The force was overwhelming and Alexander felt his limbs grow heavy as he struggled to resist the grip. Elliott and Natasha were also caught in the grip of Zico's dark sorcery, her magical defenses crumbling.

The Alpha's voice rang out from somewhere below my window. "This is Alpha territory," he shouted to the dark figures. "You have no right to be here. Leave now, or face the consequences." The lead sorcerer laughed, and the sound was even more horrible than Melissa's cruel laughter had been. "Alpha," the sorcerer called back, "you have no idea what kind of power you are facing. We are not ordinary intruders. We are servants of the Old Dark, and we have come to collect what is ours by right."

Malrik’s POV The torches flickered against the cavern walls, casting long, angry shadows that twisted like serpents. The deeper I walked, the heavier the air became—drenched with ancient magic, blood oaths, and the scent of sulfur. At the center of the circular chamber stood Kaelron, the dark sorcerer—cloaked in crimson and black, his face half-hidden beneath a hood. His skeletal fingers moved rhythmically above the obsidian altar, muttering incantations in a forgotten tongue. The dark pool in the stone basin before him shimmered with blood and stardust.