Brotherhood Of Sorcerers の小説・ストーリー

After hanging up, he didn't even glance at me before quickly leaving with River and Stone. The warehouse instantly became empty, leaving only me kneeling on the ground, tears falling into the dust. I wiped away my tears and was about to stand when my phone suddenly vibrated. A message from Sage appeared— 【Aria, I had someone switch out that dummy. What's frying in the silver now is your dear little brother.】 My blood instantly froze. I stumbled toward the cauldron, scalding heat hitting my face and burning my eyes. In the boiling silver, my brother's body was already burned beyond recognition, his skin charred black, limbs twisted and deformed. But his wolf form was still visible—and those e

I place my hand over my mouth and gasped, “In that dream, your eyes changed. Turned reptilian. What you said now makes sense. You’re an alien.” “I am and more.” He lifts my hand to his lips kissing it. “Remember your red dragon?” I nod. “What if I told you I am a shapeshifter. A red dragon to be exact.” “What?” I whispered. “Do you remember that video of the green dragon?” “Yeah, but it was proven a fake.” “With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.”

The fourth brother. She try to retreat immediately, not wanting to get involve with yet another brother but Remington move fast and stop her. “Running away from me wouldn’t help you, witch. If you allow me, I can teach you to master your power” he reveal. Heather’s eyes lift up in a slight frown, thinking he insulted her. “Witch? Are you crazy?” she lash out, angry. Another laugh escape Remington’s lips again. He is right, she has no idea who and what she is. “Witches command nature,their emotions enhance their magic. You need to practice control” he said and Heather send him a questioning glare, then a scoff.

"I believe the opposing natures of lycanthropy and sorcery have somehow... split. Manifested into individual entities that are both fighting for dominance." Something icy slid through my chest. "What do you mean?" My voice was barely a whisper. Abigail glanced at the others, then back at me. "Think about it. A werewolf is instinct. Feral. Pack-driven. Physical. A sorceress is intellect. Solitary. Calculated. Magical in and out of the laws of nature. They're opposites, Harlyn." Her expression darkened. "And you grew up never really nurturing either of them.“ I felt like I was starting to understand where she was headed considering the last conversation I had with my doppelganger.

In that fleeting moment, I couldn't help but wonder if he felt it too, if he sensed the unspoken bond that seemed to grow between us. "And lastly," Alyssa's voice took on a mysterious edge, gripping our attention, "the Youngest Brother, known as the Lord of Malevolence. A master of shadows and cunning, he embraced the darker aspects of their existence. With a mind as sharp as a blade, he ventured into the depths of darkness to achieve his goals. His strategies were relentless, cloaked in mystery like the shifting tides of fate."

Oh sweet Abyss, you are not against me fooling around a little with those chimps right? Alright me! I should not slack off! I should already master those spells! Did I mention that my class is [Sorceress]? Its description says it’s the class of magic users that can use all kinds of magic without any kind of restriction or taboo. It’s in a way a class equal to higher than saint, after all saints can never use witchcraft or totem magic or example. But they can draw power from “belief” and “faith”… which is completely OP in a way!

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”

Lily burst out laughing before walking toward the sleeping Taylor, her eyes brimming with tears. "I'm so sorry, Taylor. Your father is to blame for abandoning us. You'd be an orphan if you lived, so you should come to hell with us. You see, that way, our family of three can still be together, Taylor." She raised the dagger and drove it into Taylor's chest. He didn't even have the time to cry out—he simply drifted away into a permanent sleep. She then slit her own throat with the dagger once Taylor died and collapsed into the pool of blood.

He sat down, getting comfortable for what would be a long story. "Well, it all began 300 years ago, with a certain woman named Eudora Grousseou. You see, Eudora wasn't just any sorceress. She was a divine medium, an integral part of sorcerer society. As the Sorcerer Clan practices ancestral magic, our power comes from our deep connection to our forefathers and our history. To strengthen that connection, our ancestors blessed us with a divine bloodline, a family that was the bridge between the living and the afterlife.

I told myself none of this changed anything I needed to do or my reasons for doing it. Outside the house, the city had woken up just like any other morning. But something about me didn’t feel normal. Aaron and Dorian were siblings. Despite everything, I was still going to walk back into his house tomorrow.