Evil Sorceress Novels & Stories

Then I notice the strange vein-like marks that crawl out from the corners of her eyes, making her look somehow like a demon or a demonic goddess from the Abyss itself that has descended and taken over her body. The leader of The Wizard is completely surprised. I notice the way he glances at Serena's hand with shock on his face as he struggles to pull away, but her grip appears extremely tight, like the strongest vice he has ever encountered. He suddenly looks panicked as all the other witches and wizards stumble over to help, but Serena lifts her other hand and, with a powerful force that resembles telekinetic ability, sends them soaring into the air and crashing their backs against various

It seems as though the forest itself was accepting my words and we're in support of my actions. I knelt in the middle of the forest, the full moon casting a vibrant glow on me. The sorcerer, a cursed woman from the Vermillion Dusk Pack, stepped closer. She had a long, flowing silver hair which glowed under the moonlight and a pair of wicked silver eyes that spoke of her ancient knowledge on dark magic which have been banned several years ago. She was widely feared and revered as a twilight ritualist who had lived for more than a hundred year but she had never aged a bit older than a twenty-seven year old woman.

The sorceress' structure started to move, her highlights twisting and mutilating as she released a dim, eldritch power that I had never seen. "Silly young lady," Selene growled, her voice extending and misshaping. "You figure your forsaken sorcery can stop me?" I staggered back, my eyes augmenting in dread as Selene's body kept on changing, her appendages prolonging and her elements curving into something both barbaric and alarming.

Truly, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. “I thought we were of the same mind, Helios. I thought we could be friends. But it seems like this will never happen and for lying to me, you will be destroyed.” I turn around to face her. The Sorceress is an enigma for no one, not even the elders know powerful she is and that is why, for decades, no one has dared to set foot in the Dark Forest to rid her of her presence. But I guess tonight, I will find out just exactly how strong she is.

The sickness was gone, my body miraculously whole and renewed, as though I had been reborn. Visaris' joy was palpable as he gathered me in his arms, his laughter a balm to my spirit. “You’re back, my love,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I thought I’d lost you.” But it was not long after that a different revelation emerged, one even stranger, as a doctor arrived with a sorceress at his side. They looked at me with reverence, as though I were something rare, something feared. “She is a Temethan,” the sorceress declared, her voice laced with awe. “An ancient being of Lycanthrope blood, one who can shape-shift at will… and, perhaps, alter fate itself.”

KIND HERBALISTS AND HELPFUL WEREWOLVES ARE GONE. Elizabeth and Anais formed a pact-to make humans suffer forever.

The sorceress, a woman with long black hair and eyes filled with hatred, wore a cunning smile amidst the darkness. With determined eyes, I summoned the power of the time element. Waves of time enveloped my being, forming an invisible shield that protected me from the sorceress's attacks. "You won't be able to stop us," I declared with a resolute voice, courage blazing amidst the dark night. "Cassian is our Alpha, and the promise he made with me is sacred. I will protect him with my life." The sorceress laughed cynically, her voice echoing among the embracing trees. "Love and promises won't stand a chance against my power," she sneered. "I will snatch your Alpha away and make his power mine."

Her eyes go wider when she sees that I have marked Sarah and Sarah has marked me "You're an alpha now? How is that possible?" "Lot of things are possible,” Sarah smiles “You bitch! You came into this pack to take what is mine! You marked my mate! You!” Erica screams, tears pouring down her eyes, veins popping on her forehead The sorceress, who has been sitting quietly in her cell, suddenly starts laughing. The sound is pure evil "Oh, this is perfect," she cackles. "Do you have any idea what you've done, girl?" "And who is talking?" Sarah says dryly.

Her golden blood was drained, collected into large vats surrounding the forbidden altar in the corner of the room. Elenor felt her soul slowly evaporating, leaving behind an empty shell forced to stay alive for the greed of a man hiding behind the name of God. Eventually, on a morning lost to the count of days, Elenor woke up to a strange tranquility. "You have been very quiet lately, Saintess. Have you reflected on your sins?" "Pope, I am reflecting on my sin of allowing a demon like you to remain here." "Haha, so you've finally realized? But that is your own fault. You are merely a commoner born with the power of God. Your body is deeply filthy, and it insults God's grace."

Chapter 148 The main hall of the sorcerers' mansion was vast and silent. Runes floated in the air, shimmering like small suns trapped in threads of smoke. The bluish flames danced in the torches, casting shadows that writhed on the walls. Maya walked among them with a heavy heart—each step echoing like a weight on her soul. The sorcerers followed her, in formation. None of them dared to overtake her. To them, she was no longer a woman, nor a wolf, nor a hybrid—she was the Queen of Origins, the goddess who had awakened to command balance and end the cycle of war.