Cedric The Sorcerer Novels & Stories

“That was always a shitty joke. Oz get me out of here!” “Um, Chief, I’m not sure I can.” Oz admitted. “And why not?” Cedric demanded. “There’s some sort of enchantment. Look.” We watched in awe as Oz stepped over the opening but didn’t fall in. He was walking on air. “What the fuck.” I whispered. “Look, it’s fine. I will figure out how to get us out of here.” Cedric said confidently. “Oh thank you, big strong man. I knew I could count on you!”

“You’re basically a secret princess from a forgotten order of magical herbalists. With fire.” The room was quiet. Utterly silent. Cedric exhaled. “I’m going to have a stroke.” Arla-Rosa pinched the bridge of her nose. “How are you only four years old?!” Cassian shrugged. “I read fast.” Celeste beamed. “And I dramatize well.” Cedric took two slow steps forward, crouching to meet his children’s eyes. “You two are… terrifyingly brilliant. But promise me, both of you, no more deep web. Ever.” “But...”

" You know who , Mardy, only she can cast a dark spell this powerful, She must have read the stars, the white sorceress awakening is at hand so she sent her minions to intercept us" "And my magic isn't working on them" She broke it to Mardy,who now has the look of horror visible on her face. " I'm afraid we have to use combat Mardy, it's nothing we can't handle." " But,my Lady, it's three against two and none of us can wield a sword not that we have any" " Enough of the whisperings Seer!Your journey ends here–" he was interrupted when a dagger flew past him and drove into the heart of one of them who turned into dust after coming in contact with the silver dagger.

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.

Once registered the deity's name, a pact was automatically agreed. The owner of the system deity was called MAGICIAN. Right, every person who owned a system deity was called a magician. "Oh, maybe he's making an arrow again." Miss Pai said. Sistela asked unconsciously. Yman was currently walking towards the apartment. On the street, he saw many people running everywhere. Commotions? He asked himself. "Monsters were attacking at the east gate!" A pale person shouted while running. Monsters at the east gate? He thought.

I stared at him suspiciously, “I'm good, thank you.” He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the chair, my eyes following his every move with precision, until I knew who he was and what his real intentions were, I wasn't letting my guard down. “Well, as I said before, I am Cedric Aurelius son,” he started and pursed his lips, “Well not biological though.” I tilted my head in confusion, what the hell was he going on about? Cedric Aurelius was the former seer who had been beheaded in the palace, according to Martha. That was the first information I had gotten after my visions began to appear to me.

And, now, the faintest breeze, picking up and drifting through the room. The click of Cedric’s heels draws both Brendan’s and Elton’s attention. “Where are you going?” Elton asks. Cedric, already across the floor, spares him a disinterested glance. “This,” he says, “-is not my fight.” Elton stares at him like he’s lost his mind. Cedric, however, without further explanation, disappears on the arm of his attendant. Just as he vanishes with the denotative green glow of the Gifted teleport, a stream of soldiers rush into the room, weapons raised to defend their duke.

Afterwards, he ripped her heart out and threw it at Cedric’s feet. Cedric, heartbroken and wanting revenge, began to open a dark portal. My brother set his Blood Dwellers onto him, slowing down the opening of the portal, and I used my powers to slow my brother’s movements which in turn slowed the Blood Dwellers down. Soren kept grabbing Blood Dwellers attacking Cedric and throwing them far into the distance, but they would vanish in thin air and reappear. The same would happen when he punched them. Again, they would disappear and reappear.

he said, his voice barely audible over the storm. Nicola’s blood ran cold. The Forsaken were a dark legend, wolves who had been cursed and twisted by ancient magic, their souls corrupted beyond redemption. “How is that possible?” Nicola demanded. Cedric shook his head. “I don’t know, but this changes everything.” The battle reached its climax as Cedric coordinated the wolves, using every ounce of his knowledge to exploit the creature’s weaknesses. Nicola, drawing on Cedric’s earlier lessons, pushed her wolf’s strength to its limits. She moved faster, struck harder, and anticipated the beast’s every move.

It shocked her when she saw him vomiting so much blood and the blood was so dark. She immediately squatted next to him, holding his trembling hand. “Vladimir, please forgive me. I never meant to make you like this,” she said, crying. She then saw Cedric walking into the room with two of his men. “Cedric! why is he vomiting so much blood? Why didn’t that happen to me?” she asked in a panic. Cedric smiled evilly into her eyes. “You have a very pure heart. The potion will not work on your body,” he said.