Evil Sorceress Novels & Stories

i nodded, wondering how the heck that was supposed to make me feel better. She did the ritual, sending my mother completely to the other side before she looked at me. She said nothing for the longest time, just assessing me. I felt myself move from one feet to the other “surely the oracle made a mistake” she scoffed, her voice filled with annoyance as she spoke. “you chose someone who could not even do a departing spell to take my place? An outsider?” she screamed the last part out, her voice cracking as she yelled.

Amelia felt the thrum of her werewolf strength coursing through her veins, lending her a speed and agility that astounded even her seasoned comrades. "Your tricks won't save you now!" Amelia taunted the sorceress, her blade slashing through an arc of light. "Child," the sorceress intoned, her voice echoing with a thousand whispers. "You know not the forces you meddle with." "Then enlighten us," Gabriel challenged, his sword meeting Amelia’s in a union of purpose. "Enough!" The sorceress’s frustration broke through her calm facade, and with a final incantation, the skies cleared, the winds ceased, and she vanished as mysteriously as she had appeared.

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.

With conviction and urgency, I responded, "Great sorceress, I have come seeking your aid in a time of dire need. A dreadful plague looms over my kingdom, threatening the lives of my people. I seek your wisdom and power to avert this catastrophe." The sorceress nodded slowly, her gaze unwavering. "The threads of fate have guided you to me, King Zahir," she murmured, her voice carrying a hint of solemnity. "The veil between the realms is thin, and the forces that govern life and death are ever in flux. I will listen to your plea and see if the cosmos shall grant its favor." The sorceress closed her eyes, entering a state of deep concentration, as if communing with forces beyond mortal comprehe

Suddenly, the wind got stronger and the oracle appeared, "Why did you come here all of a sudden?" Francis asked, completely confused, "Destiny has come. The woman in the prophecy has come. The woman who has a lot of powers. Her power is unmatched by anyone or anything. She is the savior, but she can also be the destroyer. They will fight for the name of love. " Oracle says, "What do you mean she can be a savior or a destroyer, and, more importantly, who the hell is she?" Francis asked,

I, Morrigan of Hymir, the current queen of the blessed lands of Hymir, hereby abstain from my position as the monarch and mother of the nation. For I have sinned a thousand unforgivable sins. My hands are tainted with the blood of innocents and thus haunt me from night and day.

“My word is my bond.” I nod my head and pick up my chain whip sword, sprinting after Sylvan — chasing after my bonetta. I come to a halt, leaping over several unconscious bodies as one of the doors swings open. The Black Oracle glides out of the room, dropping her hood. She raises her eyes and meets mine. Who the fuck let her ugly ass out is what I want to know! “Alpha King…” She hisses with glowing red eyes. “Vicious witch!” I snarl as I rush towards her.

He’s scaring me. “You see my missing eye?” I gulp and with a trembling breath, I stare into his empty eye socket. “Yes…” Clyde’s face contorts into a sickening smile. “It was a price I had to pay to find the gateway to the new world. The Sorceress demanded for it.” The Sorceress? The Sorceress from the Dark Forest? She is the sister of the infamous Witch who lives in the Hidden Forest. Everyone knows the two sisters. Who wouldn’t? All who live fear them for they alone command powers that no other supernatural being can.

“So, what Jess has…?” “An altered version,” Rener said, leaning back into the shadows. “Victor’s involvement complicates things. His binding may be weak, but he’s tethered to Saoirse—one of the most cunning demons of all. She’s an expert in enchantments, though her other senses are limited to sight and lust.” Tomoya’s jaw dropped. “A succubus? Victor? What the hell—” He stopped himself, his mind reeling from the revelation. He didn’t care about Victor’s personal choices, but the implications were staggering.