Black Sorcerer Novels & Stories

“Try again! Aren't you as powerful as you claim to be! You know no one leaves this pack alive without providing the answers I need!” The sorcerer, an old man with yellow teeth who was shaking now and was obviously scared for his life, started giving me double shots of the herbs and piercing me with a needle. I was in so much pain from the torture as I screamed, my back arching from the table they strapped me to. “I don't understand,” the sorcerer says to himself. “The bloodline is there, I can feel her silver wolf powers but it seems something is blocking it”

In Clive's home Pulling the covers tight and tucking my hands under my armpits, I tried to hide the trembling that was shaking my body. I just felt cold. That's all. “Possibly, but most likely a sorcerer. Demons don't have the concentration needed to put in that much effort to kill. The sorcerer, however, uses the demon's knowledge and power to enhance his spells. I could be wrong, but I guess we're looking for a black witch who's crossed over into sorcerer territory,” Dave said.

Magic bled out of it in green smoke… it couldn’t run anymore. I shifted back to half-form and stood over it, panting, bloodied, still shaking from adrenaline. “What are you?” I growled. It chuckled bitterly. “A deal… is a deal.” It coughed again, black ichor seeping from its ribs. “My name is Sorren. I was once a sorcerer, rRuler of a ring in the magic circle right here in this region. But immortality… it seduced me, twisted my very nature. I altered my body, my soul, until all that remained was this…” its eyes flickered down to its body, “...a creature of immense power and no life.”

The distinction between a warlock and a poison witch doctor was that a warlock practiced a specific type of sorcery called black magic that originated in Southeast Asia. Black magic was a hybrid of witchcraft and curses designed to retaliate against specific people. Smack! "Damn it!" Chancellor Snyder slapped the table, frustrated. His entire body erupted in golden light, and behind his head appeared a crown-like halo that resembled the sun. That happened in a flash, but it reminded Chad of who the chancellor really was—Micah Snyder. Chad had learned that name from Grayson. Micah was once one of the ten most powerful warriors who fought in the battles beyond the sky.

“I’ve heard something about it. They said that only Samuel had managed to carry an animal, only once. Although of course, that was when Samuel was still a respected man. Nobody knows what happened next. “Samuel?” “The dark sorcerer. The first sorcerer to do black magic,” Leonel replied, barely entering the room. “They also called him the man of a thousand lives.” The man of a thousand lives. For some reason, a chill ran through me. Samuel, a name that became known to me, as if some time, many years ago, I had heard it. “Samuel, also known as the brother of the witch of legend,” he continued, his gaze on his hands. “The one responsible for her being banished from the community.”

"I've heard something about it. They said that only Samuel had managed to carry an animal, only once. Although of course, that was when Samuel was still a respected man. Nobody knows what happened next. "Samuel?" "The dark sorcerer. The first sorcerer to do black magic," Gabriel replied, barely entering the room. "They also called him the man of a thousand lives." The man of a thousand lives. For some reason, a chill ran through me. Samuel, a name that became known to me, as if some time, many years ago, I had heard it. "Samuel, also known as the brother of the witch of legend," he continued, his gaze on his hands. "The one responsible for her being banished from the community."

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

"With more important things." Sizzle, my demon sent. Think of Charlotte, my vampire hissed. Go for the throat, Shaylee sent. Helpful bunch. The Black Souls leader sat back, smile turned surly, bulging, muddy eyes showing even more white. "So you say." He gripped the carved arms of his throne with his girly hands, nails chewed to the quick. His pasty face went mottled a moment, patches of red flickering over his cheeks and down his throat. I felt the bubbling blackness of his sorcery emerge, press against mine. "And yet, despite your so-called power, you have as yet to defeat your enemy."

And when I studied them deeply, I realized why Primordial is the scariest of our kind. Aurora, who didn’t know what murder is, killed people on spree whenever she lost control. So, what about a pack of that same kind with trained and the will to kill, with an actual black heart? “Isn’t it--- the s---” Arthur stammered. “The soul sorcerers…” I completed and the badge with a black heart squeezed in a fist, would make anyone shiver, including me. “They are coming…” I grunted as I remembered their history, the true definition of animals, the kind that feeds on their own and beasts that makes the Satan cry.

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.