Evil Sorceress Novels & Stories

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in

For the sake of Ericson who had lost all hope in me, and the Crescent who had mocked me to shame, I must find the answers to all of my questions. "Crying won't save you from this, Crescent. Tell me what I need to know, and I may let you walk out if this." "Her name's Laura." Finally. "Who the hell is Laura?" I retrieved the chair from where it fell, and sank myself into it. "She's the dark sorceress who carries out the diabolism." He sniffed, and coughed. The wolfsbane and silver particles in his system where breaking down his immunity quicker than I thought.

She dragged him towards a big tree and then connected him to her with the use of telepathy. “King, she is dangerous and cannot be easily conquered by your kind because of a defensive power she has,” the sorceress said. “Was that why you made me go deaf! For what!” Asher snarled, with a tone of anger. “Her defensive power is her screams. The first ten people who hear her screams would be under her spell. They would see her as their master, and the spell can only be broken if she dies. I could see that they were 8 in number, that's why I blocked your ears,” the sorceress explained.

Her eyes were seething, yet the words that came out of her mouth were only lovely and flirtatious. … I had absolutely no notion what she was on about. But I knew one thing for sure: letting this individual ramble any longer would be disastrous for my heart! She was unquestionably a top-tier succubus who could even arouse men when she was infuriated! Analyze! [Solanum-Disaster Rank] Name: Solanum Level 0 Race: Demon Element: Fire and Delusion EXP- 0 HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-99. STR-33

And there she was. At the edge of the cave, chained to the wall by thick, shimmering bonds, was the sorceress. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her piercing eyes locked onto mine with a mix of bitterness and curiosity. She seemed both regal and broken, her presence commanding despite her restraints. Before I could speak, she tilted her head and smiled faintly. “I know why you’re here,” she said, her voice cold and sharp. “But you should just go back to the world of the living. Your quest is already doomed. The Amethyst bloodline will never be forgiven!”

Thorin growled at the Sorceress. Yes, this was the sorceress. The blonde fat sorceress is named Ariel. She has been working for Thorin for decades now. She had benefited a lot by working with him. Her powers had increased a lot due to all the artefacts she got Thorin’s minions to get her. She had used Thorin’s resources as if they were hers. She was like a second master to the men. Thorin ignored her arrogance. She was a great asset to him. Her powers would be what would help him get infinite strength. He did not mind her insolence and Ariel knew how he felt. So she went wild. When she became the sorceress, she was slim and had a small frame but after becoming his sorceress, she gained weigh

To their left, was a silver haired elderly woman, she was the only one who was sitted on the floor, with her legs folded beneath her, and her eyes closed. Her glowing and flowing silver hair, and her black robe told Lancelot one thing; she was the great sorceress of the witches kingdom. The one who could see into the future and mainipulate the past. The one with powers no mortal mouth dared to speak ill of. Athaliah, the great sorceress wasn't powerful, she was power herself. Lancelot bowed before the king and his queen with greetings. Ahab, the elderly king and grandmaster of the witches, bowed his head in courtesy as well.

— Desperate circumstances require. She raises an imperious hand in the air. — Don't bore me with your cheap justifications. I can read you like a book, Macedonian. You really like this girl, it is the first time in many centuries you really feel something for someone.- she squints her eyes at me.- However, you haven't thought, you haven't considered once ... converting her and sharing your existence with her, and I wonder ... why? The Sorceress looks me in the eye, seeming to read the darkest secrets of my soul. Her eyebrows go up and she smiles. This time giving me a genuine smile, a closed-lipped one, but genuine none the less.

"When I say so, everyone needs to dribble some blood on the ground. I don't care how you do it, but it needs to hit the pavement." Snarls, some a little more animalistic than human, sounded. I began the long sequence of the Ancestor's Storm spell. As soon as the last syllable fell from my lips, I yelled, "NOW!" I launched immediately into Conjuration of Soul Draining. The reversal of magic from the crazy lady wearing Ferria rocked through our group like we'd been hit by a tidal wave. I held onto Kiema as if all our lives depended on it. They did. They really fucking did.