Black Sorcerer Novels & Stories

The only thing they do is spread their legs when there mate wants sex and cook food for their pack. I know you must be wondering if females are been hated and dislike how did I managed to be the alpha of a back, the second strongest in the whole werewolf community. Simple, just two words. Dark magic. And know I didn't use magic on my pack members to wipe off their memory like it an horror action movies ,nope I used my dark magic which was bestowed to me not by the moon goddess for good surprising because that are job but by the witches. There are called the dark witches. I used dark magic the night the rogues attacked my pack and turned them all good.

The black magic practitioners or wizards sacrificed a few dozen humans and were cannibals. However, that core had something else in addition to that. “It’s way depressing. The dragon tamer talked in uncertainty. Her eyes dyed with fear and her hands were trembling as if she could feel the horror inside the core. She was talking about the thing that was mixed in with black magic. ‘Black magic is the source of the power of wizards. What do you mean it is more depressing than that?’ Sabrina felt uneasy as the divine power inside her flickered and her hands were itchy to purify something. It wasn’t this bad when she faced the wizards so why now?

The people responded in agreement. “Let us kill them all! No one of them shall live in this world! If we will let them live, we will die!” “This is urgent, so we should kill them by next week, to cleanse our society, of the devilish acts. We should shun all kinds of evils. The werewolves, who are half-dogs, are a product of the devil, they are only disguised as humans. They are not humans, but just look like us. I have a business trip this week, so it should be scheduled next week.” Lord Avide is holding a scroll with his schedules listed in it.

His bottom lip was fuller than the upper lip--very kissable. But of all these features, the one thing she found striking was his eyes. They were of the deepest maroon, almost black without the light of the sun. And the glow behind each eye was unmistakable. He was a sorcerer. Unmistakeably so. She had met males in Sasha's hideout. They were usually beautiful and lean, just like the women, but this man was positively different. He wasn't lean. He was well built with years of training evident all over him--if the hard muscles about his bare chest and arms were any indication. Each arm was big enough to smash her skull, if he so wished it--and he looked like he was ready to do just that.

The sorcerer of the shadows stepped forward, their voice resonating with authority. "Enough," they commanded, their tone cutting through the chaos. "Your pursuit of power has endangered Silverwood and all its inhabitants. I shall not allow it to continue." A surge of raw power radiated from the sorcerer, their magic intertwining with ours. The air hummed with a potent energy, and Selene's eyes widened in disbelief. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This cannot be." With a final burst of magical force, the sorcerer's spell collided with Selene's, rendering her powerless. She fell to her knees, defeated and consumed by her own darkness.

I could feel the Enchanted Forest's energy pushing back against the corruption, but it was a fierce battle. And then, amidst the shadows, a figure emerged. It was a sorcerer, draped in dark robes and surrounded by an aura of malevolence. His eyes glowed with an eerie light, and his voice dripped with disdain. "So, you've come to stop me?" he sneered, his lips twisting into a sinister smile. "We won't let you harm this forest," I declared, my voice steady. The sorcerer's laughter echoed through the cavern. "Harm? Oh no, my dear. I intend to devour the very essence of this forest, to make its power mine."

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

He fell silent, though his smirk lingered. Gabriel continued. “Mind manipulation of this level can only be the work of a sorcerer. Someone forcing his will onto others and shaping them into weapons. Whoever this sorcerer is, I suspect he’s related to the late Guido Regis. Guido once confided in me about a half-brother, born from his father’s affair with a witch. He never gave me a name, only the fact that this brother was half-Lycan, half-sorcerer.” The group exchanged uneasy glances.

Above him stood James. A black aura enveloped him, his body trembling as he chanted in a forgotten tongue. His hand hovered over Lykan’s chest, dark magic swirling like a serpent ready to strike. He was draining him. Using blood sorcery. Stealing his soul. Stealing his power.. STOP!!!! I screamed, my voice cracking the silence. James didn’t look at me, his eyes were completely black now, no iris, no whites just a pit of endless hunger and taste for power. Sophia rushed toward him, screaming. James! Don’t do it! You’ll kill him!

A blinding light. “Who's there?” I demanded, my hands trembling. There was an unfamiliar pressure on my chest, foreign and pulsating, like it was trying to take out my chest. I groaned, clutching my chest. “It is I.” The voice sounded ominous, almost too smooth, too electric “It is I,” the voice said again, clearer this time — a sound that slithered into my bones. The light shifted, dimming just enough for me to see the figure standing within it. A man, or something close to one. His robes shimmered like liquid shadow, and his eyes glowed the color of molten gold. A sorcerer.