Cedric The Sorcerer Novels & Stories

Cedric paused for a moment, then smiled. To him, Harvey was either insane or purely dumb for saying something like that in this situation. “Are you nuts, Harvey?!” Elodie screamed. “Young Master Cedric is the young master of the Corpse Walkers! He belongs in the top-rated circle! “And you? You’re just a con man—a geomancy expert and a live-in son-in-law! “How dare you tell Young Master Cedric to kneel in front of you?! “You want his arm, too?! “Keep dreaming!”

She was the strongest witch from her clan, and I was her powerful hybrid child, until they came. The witch who had prepared the Anthurium must have known who I was, and surely had enough grudge against me and my mother to go to that lengths. To perform such a strong potion, a sorcerer must be willing to sacrifice a decade worth of their power - for a decade they will have no power and be unable to conjure up spells and someone had willingly done that in exchange for our death. I was going to find that person, and I was going to make death the easy way out for them. I flung the dead squirrel as far as I could, and with the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth before turning slowly to Damon. A wh

"Just tell me." "GD." he said. "Two lettered name. How on earth am I kept forgetting it? You've been telling me for awhile now." Daeira muttered mostly to herself. "Gosh. Am I that stupid?" "You're not." he assured. " It's the predicated curse given by Sirius." "Sirius? Who the heck does he think he is to give me a curse?" "The prince of death." he said which made her deprived of words for few moment. She suddenly felt dizzy for overload of many outrageous things for the day. Prince of death? King of other world? Her as being cursed? Yeah well she might had reached her quota.

Anyways, it had everyone immediately giving him their undivided attention. “Everyone was called here today for a specific purpose. The purpose is my gorgeous mate, Kenzie. She has recently begun using her magic, and Macario would like a demonstration of it. So, in an effort to make it interesting, with her express permission of course, I will be enlisting help. I need Beatrice, Q, and Leonidas please,” he said before asking everyone else to stand along the walls. I was excited and nervous at the same time. Q’s forte was Battle magic. It was pretty potent shit. Uncle Leonidas had access to Elemental Fire magic, Battle magic, and Manipulation magic.

The dark lord's eyes bore into mine, a dangerous glint lurking within them. "You will learn, Laura," he whispered, his voice a chilling promise. "You will learn to submit. You have the spirit," he mused, his voice a low, velvety purr. "But don't mistake defiance for victory. You are mine, whether you accept it willingly or not." I squared my shoulders, refusing to back down despite the unsettling intensity of his gaze. "I will never be yours, Matteo," I retorted, my tone unwavering. "No matter what games you play or threats you make."

[Erica] Her heartbeat quickened the moment their car halted in front of the castle. Through the tinted window, she could see the obscured figures guarding the entrance. She wrung her fingers in nervous as her father opened the door and got out. Evelyn put a calming a hand on her sweaty ones. She looked up at her mother to see her smiling encouragingly at her. Her eyes conveyed, 'Everything will be alright.' Lucien had decided to go back, much to Erica's and Evelyn's disappointment. He had reasoned, "I don't want things to go awry. This ceremony is important for all of us." No one could refute that. Adrian seemed mildly relieved, Erica suspected that he was rather tensed about the whole thing

Master Adalet Morningstar cast a level 5 'Group Flight' spell to make them both fly in the air, then grabbed Christine's arm and cast a level 5 'Teleportation' spell, instantly appearing over the construction site of the Wizards' Tower. The torches in the hands of the pirates climbing to the top of the small hill were very conspicuous in the dark night. Master Adret Morningstar slowly cast a level 5 Dead Cloud spell while holding the incantation. A cloud of highly poisonous fog 150 metres in diameter appeared above the pirates and began to drift down the slope. After the highly toxic fog had dissipated, less than 200 of the original 700 pirates remained. At this point, Christine cast a level

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.

Cedric's signature perfume. Doesn't that reason sound unreasonable? "Joice?" Combined with Cedric's voice, my brain was greatly affected. Especially when he called me with half dominance and half sweetness. It's hard to turn my face away! Oh my goodness! What is Cedric using? A charm potion? "I'm not angry, Cedric," I said, pushing gently on his chest to create some distance. But Cedric tightened his embrace, even more than before. "If you want to go home, then go, I won't hold you back."