Cedric The Sorcerer Novels & Stories

Cedric tossed a fire at them, Ivan pushed her aside, the fire brushed against his shoulders. He screamed and tore his clothes around the burning area, “Dylan take Cleopatra from here!”, he ordered. Dylan rushed towards them. “You were the one my father was looking for Cleopatra?”, Cedric growled, “You were the sorceress…” “Let me and my friends be Cedric! Go away from me forever!”, she pleaded. Cedric grinned widely, “I am afraid not my empress, for your deceit, once to my father and now to me about your feelings for this boy!”, he walked towards her, “If you won’t be mine you won’t be anybody else’s either”

Selene smiled and said, "You are correct, Magus. She is the one to continue uniting species where her mother stopped." A man with warm brown hair and tan skin stood and said, "Why were we not the first to join this alliance?" I said, "And your name is?" He smiled, "My apologies, I am Cedric from the Spring Court." I said, "My mother was pregnant with my brother and me when she started uniting species. She and my father are also Alpha and Luna of a very large werewolf pack. I'm sure you can imagine how busy they became after her twins were born." They all nodded. I said, "Plus, I like to think she left the hard part for me." They all chuckled, and Cedric said, "Well, let's get the introductio

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

It seemed returning was a great idea, finally. “Hmmmmnnn…” Cedric hummed in excitement. People called him the Demon Prince, but they wondered why since he appeared stronger and scarier than André, who was the Demon King. Well, now that nothing could hinder his cousin when he woke up, people would soon understand and see the reason. He reached out his hand and poked the sleeping André’s cheek with his finger. “Oi, little cousin, you should wake up soon. If not, and I continue to play nanny with Evely, your girl might fall for me instead. After all, I’m much more dazzling and nicer than you…”

“Again, I am terribly sorry.” Cedric continued to apologize throughout the ride back to the palace. I ignored him. He was callous enough to make me sick and worsen my sicken with a fake potion which I thanked him for. He deceived me and he would not be apologizing if I never found out.

It sounded awfully familiar and there was a bit of silence as Marisol wracked her brain until it finally clicked with the context Sophia's words had provided. Cedric was the red wolf, the malevolent force that haunted her dreams. The one whose existence she was still struggling to accept and hearing Sophia's words adds a little bit of clarity, but not quite. A name meant that creature wasn't always like that, or was he? Who was this 'Cedric' and what could've caused him to transform into such a monstrous entity? With a false air of composure, Marisol keeps her shoulders high as she asks, "Who is Cedric, and why is he like that?"

****** I sat in the chambers quietly watching how Elder Cedric examined the silver mark on my wrist. “In my whole years of existence, I’ve never seen anything like this” Cedric muttered softly. “So, does that mean that I’m dangerous?” I asked curiously. Cedric adjusted his glasses to look at me very well, before he responded “no”. “What am I then?” I snapped. Cedric exhaled deeply, before he started to speak, “that’s the exact question we need to answer now”. He opened an ancient book, the pages were yellow and fragile. He flipped several pages until he found a drawing, I shifted closer and my eyes widened.

"If anything jumps out of this fog, I want your mana backing my shield the second it hits." "Just lead the way," Zeyric replied, his fingers wrapping firmly around his wand as a faint, pulsing violet light flickered against the distant stone pillars. "I've got your back."

Cedric, completely drained of all physical and spiritual energy, slumps flat onto the gravel, gasping for air like a dying fish. "Lucien is completely horrible," Cedric mutters, his voice trembling in the dark. "Only a warlord with oceans of fresh blood on his hands could emit such a sinister, crushing presence. His soul was never a kindhearted alpha. He is like a murderous devil returned straight from the depths of hell, filled to the brim with deadly execution intent."

the man was crying in his heart, but his eyes were looking straight at Harriet. It was enough for Harriet to leave him to fall into that witch's hands—Ezekiel didn't want to let her suffer a second time. Looking straight into Harriet's lavender eyes that faltered with the ripples of tears that disrupted the calm lake, Ezekiel expressed his suspicions. "Cecilia Morganite is a Sorcerer."