Evil Sorceress Novels & Stories

Once I devour your human heart, I shall grow myself a pair of dainty legs just like those! She let out a shrilling laugh as Cassandra started to go limp in her arms. Then her mouth stretched from ear to ear, showing a hideous grin of dagger-sharp teeth. Just as the water maiden leaned closer to her unconscious prey, a big splash ensued after a moment later, and Vasilisa's face appeared. The sorceress had dove into the water like a gannet bird diving to catch the fish. Immediately, she swam toward the two. "Ah, another one!" the monstrous woman cried in delight. "The more the merrier!"

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!”

The sorcerer of the shadows stepped forward, their voice resonating with authority. "Enough," they commanded, their tone cutting through the chaos. "Your pursuit of power has endangered Silverwood and all its inhabitants. I shall not allow it to continue." A surge of raw power radiated from the sorcerer, their magic intertwining with ours. The air hummed with a potent energy, and Selene's eyes widened in disbelief. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This cannot be." With a final burst of magical force, the sorcerer's spell collided with Selene's, rendering her powerless. She fell to her knees, defeated and consumed by her own darkness.

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

he casually adds, raising my blood pressure again. “What the fuck Jartre?!” I screech, “Who is Merlos and what the fuck did she do?” “Merlos is the Goddess of the Abyss, more commonly known as the Goddess of Darkness and Shadow. She has the ability to see the darkness within all people and things and has a penchant for punishing those guilty of great betrayal. After reading Julie’s mind I knew she was deserving of Merlos’ wrath,” he calmly explains, though the tension in his jaw is very prominent, even through his beard.

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.