Crime Sorciere Novels & Stories

"She is young master Sain Czar's wife. Lay a finger on her, you will die" I gulp hearing the icy tone of Pierro Gustave. His threat gives me goosebumps and I couldn't help to feel alarmed for Phoebus Romani. "Czar's wife..." He chanted and eye me seriously. I keep my straight face. I guess he didn't know me, after all, I am the invisible daughter of Luscio Costello who works in the shadow of the Sintti Crime Organization.

The empty shell molded to support her needs, the trophy of her conquests to be displayed in public, the marks across my body not visible so no one would suspect that one of the mafia princesses was treated like the poor bastards trafficked into the clubs of the family. When I looked into the abyss, I fell madly and deeply in love with the executioner of my prison, the executioner of my soul will always be my love and the taste of retribution is still sweet on my lips. And for the first time in my life, the scars will help something, with my bloodstained body the bruises still evident through my white skin will do all the work of looking like an attack, Stefano Sartori's beautiful wife cruell

He said, his face softens, she smiled. “Well, ain’t a sorcerer for nothing.” She said, she took her hands away from his shoulder, he felt calm. Ever since he was introduced to Danica and her mother, they had become his family aside from Nigel and he really loves them, he had also know that Danica was not human she is that daughter of a powerful sorcerer who was dead now and her mother who was seated here was a witch. They both sat down side by side.

Elle sourit en repensant à ses paroles délirantes. -Je suis passée voir si tu es encore en vie sachant que tu vis avec Dracula. avait-elle dit alors que la jeune femme descendait les marches. La jeune femme lui fit signe de se taire en voyant Oriane arrivée derrière elle mais cette dernière n'y prêta pas attention. -Tu exagères Rachel. -Cette femme est une sorcière point barre. dit-elle catégorique. -Et que venez vous faire chez la sorcière dites moi ? lança Oriane derrière Rachel.

“We’re not fools; we know what he’s after by stealing energy and living magic, as well as stealing old magic to manipulate it. Naturally, he can’t withstand those magical changes; his body isn’t designed for that. That’s why he has his trusted dark sorcerer to help him with all of it.” Dinora looked at me as if she were seeing me for the first time. “Did you figure that out on your own?” she asked mockingly. “No, not on my own,” I said and smiled at her. “The sorceresses studying the case have figured it out, and there are already general reports. It’s only a matter of time before all the creatures unite to stop the disaster that Hall and the damned Sect he presides over have caused.” My wor

Cy was just better at hiding it than he was. Sorrin on the other hand looked ready to tear that guard's throat out. He was their best fighter, their darkest horse in any race, and yet the softest touch when it came to those weaker than him. Chivalrous didn’t even begin to cover Sorin. He would view her as innocent until proven without a doubt that she was guilty.

She began to yell rudely at him to get him up, but the boy remained motionless. Felicia Caraballo decided to approach him slowly and with fear. She bent down beside him and carefully touched him. He was as stiff as a stick and cold as death, which had come for him a day ago. Mrs. Caraballo was so frightened that she screamed and fell backward. The poor woman could no longer stand up, her fatness preventing her from doing so. She lay there on the floor crying with rage because she would have to stay next to that corpse bearing its filthy smell. "Even dead, you are ruining my life".

Can she leave him when the goddess gave them to each other? Mortus rubbed his cheek into her hand, feeling her warmth. Scorpia’s wings shook, by fear or the tingles that shot through her I would never know. “The King, or Emperor as he likes to call himself, of the Rogues is Virion,” Mortus breathed, raking in her scent. “He is started as a sorcerer and practiced necromancing.” Orion slammed his hand on the railing, breaking the trance Scoripa had Mortus . Shaking her head, she pulled his face back to hers. “Keep going,” she muttered. “This will help, keep going.”

Lorenzo downed his drink. "Louis Satori, cousin to Don Dante Massimo. Don Dante is the most ruthless monster I've ever encountered. He's probably got more targets on his hit list, including you, Mr. Movie Star. Satori is just his pawn, but he's been eyeing a territory for years." Aleksei burst into the room, his long blond hair flowing as he swaggered. Surprising everyone with his presence, he glanced around. "I do my research. I listen. I learn. My friend, you have a major problem on your hands. Now, I need a drink. You Americans have no clue what a decent flight or customer service means."

, Stop moving', the Sorcerer I asked him to stop moving for us to know why he was running up and down like a flash light, even flash light does not keep on flashing like he was doing. I was just wondering why he was running up and down whether he has seen something scary or has gotten lost, thereby could not know what is the next thing to do. 'Stop!!', Sorcerer said again. And he stopped, he moved backward and came to our side and came to us. Sorcerer could recognize him well and said to me that he is one of the Morgan's pirates. ' Why were you running to and fro since?, Sorcerer asked him.