Brotherhood Of Sorcerers Novels & Stories

I’d laid waste to almost everyone in the pack. What we didn’t know was that a sorcerer had called for backup. These sorcerers called themselves the Brothers of Doom. They were ruthless in their punishments. That was the day my family was torn apart. I lost my father, my uncles, and my cousins. Somehow, I’d been able to get away with my mother, my brothers, Dalia, and her mother. We moved from place to place, seeking refuge for only so long so we didn’t get caught. Eventually, our luck ran out. The Brothers of Doom found us. Only this time, I wasn’t as weak as I’d been. It was also the first time I grew wings. I’d been faster and stronger than they expected.

I’m sure what has brought them to our door, but I know whatever it is, it is not good. When a sorcerer comes it’s to wage war, to take your people and experiment on them. They use their prisoners for spell practice, inflicting all kinds of torture in the name of magic. This group wants to become all powerful and have forsaken the ways of the goddess. They no longer follow our traditions, or our laws. Sometimes I fear this pack is nearing the same level of darkness as them. I fisted my hands as I stared down at the handful of sorcerers. Only the man in the middle had lifted his hood. The others stood with their hands together over their lap. Their heads were bowed slightly, indicating the man

SOMEWHERE IN TOWN, A LARGE VOODOO SHOP, NIGHTFALL: "Before I repeat myself, let me make this aware to you all," Willow continued, after being heard silent from her audience of grim looking witches in the inner room of the voodoo shop. "My brothers were completely out of your league because they were special, protected from your magic. And I, I don't have what they had, but after everything that happened it was pretty obvious you witches will come after my family, because of the now vulnerability. That's why the matron of Hilltop cast on protective spell on me, to be able to defend myself against your despicable plans. Hilltop, the center of witches and the matron therefore very powerful. But

"What is this place? I was with the guys. They pulled me back. Now I'm here talking to a ghost? Tell me I'm not dead." Her laugh rang clear and warm, cutting through the mist. "Not dead. Just deep under, where truths hide. Listen close, Avery. The continent's fate rests on your choices right now. You carry the Silver Fenrir blood. But to unlock the ultimate shield, the one that can push back the Council's full darkness, you must accept all three brothers as your true Kings. Damien, Jax, and Ezra. Bond with them completely. No holding back."

He looked at the clouds and then smiled. “What does that mean?” Hayley said wanting to know more. “Every witch family shares this bond that keeps them together, once a witch dies he loses the bond and moves on to the infernal region. When your mother discovered what I did she introduced the rituals that prevented you and your sister from being vulnerable to the darkness.” Edmond announced. “So the darkness can bond with us.” “It doesn't. It only shares its power so that you can be strong enough to release me. It started with Freya the night she began to have terrible nightmares about me.”

“What do you say, goddess?” “You’re not playing fair,” she whispers. “I get what I want by any means necessary. And I want you,” Loki replies. His brothers stand at her sides, their hands touching her shoulders and waist. “We all do,” Baldur and Vidar say in unison. Hecate looks between them. “How can I say no to you three? Of course I want a handfasting.” The brothers erupt in cheers, scooping her into their arms and kissing her. Things are heating up fast until Selene clears her throat. “We need to go if we’re going to see the angels. I’m not saying you have to come, but we gotta move.”

Like magick building without anywhere to go. JoJo/Selene takes the cup and swirls the blood around mixing it together. Meredith had explained to me that this was so that there was no beginning or end to our brotherhood between the Luna, Lune, Beta, Gamma, and Delta. We are now all one, the magick tying us together in a bond that will only be broken when one of us steps down. “Through the intermingling of the blood of you five, Luna, Lune, Beta, Gamma, and Delta, our pack will be strengthened. Take from this chalice the blood of your core, your brotherhood. Know that they will make and keep you strong.”

"The academy faculty claims we cast it ourselves. Malakor is hunting us, Veyron is catatonic, and every ward-hound from here to the grand courtyard is tracking our blood." "Of course I know what it is," Kaelin snapped, her milky eyes flashing with sudden, sharp irritation. "It's not a natural curse, and you certainly didn't conjure it by accident. It's an incomplete blood-tether—the exact signature of a forgotten sect of lower-city mages who used to bleed this academy dry before the high council locked them away twenty years ago." "Malakor," Thalen said coldly, his hand tightening reflexively around the hilt of his rapier. "He’s using the student body to test soul-duplication magic and sipho

His bright orbs met mine and he stood up. "Even after doing this all shit, you wont be considered a family. So save your concern for others, not us. And fucking stay away from my brothers. They're too innocent for your kinds and who knows they could get into some kind of trouble just because of you?" He rasped out as he took a step closer. I clenched and unclenched my fist, trying not to slap him across the face again. Last time, I slapped him but instead I got two in return from my dearest mother. How fucking fantastic.

Zion winces with each word, the effort causing him pain as he relays his garbled warning. "The brotherhood is...using rogues. Twisting them...They...working with...enemy who wants what we want...wolves...separate...from ...humans and witches. Wolves close to...your alpha." "Who?!" Fear for my mate races through my heart and I fight the urge to reach down and shake Zion until he tells me the rest. "What do you mean? Tell me!" He opens his mouth like a gutted fish, his lips wide and puckered as he stutters..."More than one..."