Crime Sorciere Novels & Stories

Cynthia asked holding her ear as she strained to hear me. "A curse!" I repeated louder. The whole town was so quiet that if a pen had been dropped you would have heard it hit the ground a mile away. "Are you serious?!" Tom shouted causing us all to jump out of our socks. I groaned then realizing that I had jumped into a deep pond and was now treading deep waters. "Yes, I'm serious. Look I know it sounds crazy but it's true! A Sorceress in Louisiana made a pact with a Daemon. Unlimited powers in return for all the souls she could get by the next full moon," I charged through it.

Pulling him up from his hair I stared into his half falling eyes. "Why?.....who are...you?" "Your men attacked me on someone else's order. I had to teach them a lesson. I am sorry for involving you in this mess" He coughed out blood, looking at her in disbelief. "You don't even...know who you dared to mess with...girl..." I stopped him in-between. Making him look up at me. "Scorpio gang, deal in drugs and trafficking. Leader of North circuit is you Robert Wellington. Released on parol, 24 murders till now.

He doubts it's going to end well for Soral. * *

“By the shadows that dance, by the moon’s embrace, I call upon the dark powers to amplify my grace!” Her spells crackled with energy, weaving together a tapestry of malevolent magic. “As Alice learns to wield the elements, I will harness the storms of chaos,” Corazon vowed, her eyes glowing with wicked intent. “With my spells, I shall control the winds and command the fire! Soon, she will be no match for me.” As the night wore on, Corazon delved deeper into her dark arts, channeling her energy into spells that shimmered with dark allure. Each incantation brought forth new powers, but they came with a price.

I lay curled up on the cold floor. I had taken the fall for my little brother and downed more than half a gallon of hard liquor as punishment. Now, every organ in my body felt like it was burning from the inside out. I wanted to drag myself to a hospital, but I could not even lift a finger. Just as my vision started going dark, the door burst open with a violent kick. My mother, Fernanda Sanchez, stood in the doorway, her face twisted in disgust.

he retorted, launching into a flurry of calculated strikes aimed at Sorin's defenses. Their confrontation intensified amidst the swirling chaos of the vineyard grove. Sorin fought with determination fueled by the weight of his family's legacy and the newfound knowledge of their supernatural ties. Victor countered with ruthless precision, his every move calculated to gain the upper hand. As the battle raged on, Sorin felt a surge of elemental energy welling within him—a connection to the orb and its ancient powers. With a focused effort, he channeled this energy into his movements, enhancing his speed and strength.

Sora was surprised when she saw Cerci's face turning pale as if she saw a ghost. “Since you tried to be smart with me, you will be cleaning up the attic as well. I want the attic spotless when I come back.” Sora ordered Solana, ignoring the glares she was receiving from her mother. Cerci grabbed Sora by her collar and Alpha Cougar growled angrily from behind.

“Robis and everyone here knew your mother, my sister, very well. She once lived in this city. Yarsi lowered his head, his heart was beating too loudly and quickly in his chest, his beat was very disturbing, restless. His gaze fell on the immobile Vic, the young man's face contorted in a spasm of pain. Yarsi felt the air move against his chest, stepped back instantly and looked at Robis, who held a drawn sword in his hand. “You are very fast,” the sorcerer chuckled wryly. “I just need a drop of your blood. Give it to me

She added, pouring herself another glass of wine. Sorin was horrified and speechless. He just stared at Daisy, who was humming a soundtrack from a popular horror movie. The image she had sent him earlier was an horrifying image of a person with a disfigured face, with her skin melting off as a result of intentional torture. Daisy was ruthless, and she had a lot of people at her beck and call. She had dined with the devil and so, she had people who were ready to do her bidding without her having to say it twice, so Sorin knew there was a problem at hand.

He reaches inside his steel-toe boots then and brings out his new favorite toy, the karambit knife he took from my dad's workshop "Or you can choose not to... I'm sure carving the word 'usurper' on your forehead will jog your memory and loosen your mouth a bit, hmm?" "Oh, no! Please don't! I'll tell you everything I know... It was done by a sorcerer... Sorcerer– that's what they all called the man that did it..." "Hold up– they?... Who are the others that were with you guys? Do you recognize their faces?" "No! Apart from Celine and her husband and son, I only saw the sorcerer's face. The rest stayed inside the shanty house."