I Am The Sorcerer King Novels & Stories

Logan asked like he wanted to know and the sorcerer tilted his head slightly. "Don't call yourself my king... My king left the palace and he'll come back soon to take his place" Logan stared at the sorcerer and he smiled... He didn't smirked. "Cute" He said like a compliment pulling out his ruby sword from its sheath and he placed it on his other palm horizontally staring at the flawless object in neither admiration nor disdain but with this hint of curiousity to it's use. " Let me give you a chance... Who is your king Sorcerer Aurelius" Logan called and the sorcerer did a swift move, leaping in the air and striking out powers from his staff to Logan who didn't move from his position.

Their forms changed, they became more and more terror looking. “Whom do you want to scare, Your Grace?” the sorcerer asked with a metallic voice. The king, thought for a moment and said the name: “Alerich.” “It shall be done.” The creatures left the room, most of them were going through walls. They went across field and villages. The sorcerer, in the meantime, with king was watching through his golden mirror. The creatures weren't different that normal clouds. “Where is that man?” “Patience, Your Grace, we will find him.”

They betrayed us, sending spies, thinking that would be the end of us; they believed both Betmor and Fordge would be left in ruin. But no. Queen Amira’s spies were captured, the poison was detoxified; nothing will ever destroy me or end me. I am the Sorcerer King, one of the most powerful witches that existed after my father Maharajah's death. Right now we continue from where we stopped. This is the time I will pass messages to all my spies across the districts to give me their reports and state their challenges so I will know where to strike first. I am the Sorcerer King. I have risen; my strength and valor will never be broken

“I'm sorry, I've been watching you all this time, Yarsi. In Wistolets you were safe, but when you left the closed world, you found yourself on the verge between life and death. You would never be left alone. Yarsi smiled involuntarily. - Thank you for your kind help. Could, for example, first ask me what I want. Brother. I just don't believe it. You didn't answer my question. Who are you? - Fine. I am the king of that world into which the sorcerers of Reeta opened the Doors. I am the creator of the dead forest. Yarsi exhaled slowly and involuntarily clenched his fists, but did not recoil, did not retreat. - It's clear. So you are a demon. Demon King. King of the Dark World.

“Sin also has his personal sorcerer. Someone who is entirely loyal to him. He is the one who has spent the most time with you. And he spends that much time with you, because he is making sure he does the King's bidding, by making sure you don't get your memories; memories of the hurt Sin has caused you.” I don’t ask any more questions, because the answer is waiting behind those doors anyways. But what he has said has put a clear picture of someone's face in my mind. “The one who has spent the most time with you.” I have a very solid idea who the King's sorcerer may be. This explains why no one in the palace agreed to tell me about their real identity, and who they have reincarnated as. When

"Leave the boy with me," said the sorcerer-king. The demons retreated from the hall and closed the bronze doors behind them. The other sorcerers kept watching by the walls. When the Czar walked towards him, Ruslan looked back nervously. For a long moment, the Czar stood looking down at him without saying a word. His eyes seemed to penetrate his soul. Ruslan tried not to stare back. "You must be wondering why you're brought here, young lad." His words were courteous, his manner charming, but it was clear that he had no good intention. "Don't worry. I'm not going to harm you, well, as long as you cooperate, of course."

, Isabelle smiled. "What?", Esmeray shockingly asked. "Oh i didn't tell you, did I? He was once a human but threw his humanity away when he became the Lore king", "He was human, but I heard that he eats humans and he was the son of the previous king" "How could he eat his own kind? Those are just rumors. And yes, he was the adoptive son the previous king, who was murdered by the people of Maleficium. " "I'll tell you more about him, after all you are interested in him".

“She cannot hold me. None of you can.” “Try me,” I hissed. My voice cracked, but the fire in it belonged to me, not him. Mael surged forward, forcing my body upright again, jerking my arms into the air as if I were a puppet strung by invisible wires. My fingers sparked with energy that wasn’t mine. He snarled inside my head. “You foolish child. Do you know who I am? I am Mael, the most powerful sorcerer in history. I tore kingdoms to ashes before your bloodline even existed. You think you, a pathetic girl, can destroy me?”

Who else might know what this tree is? Suddenly, a hooded black figure entered my mind. Grandpa told me about it. The sorcerer who's trying to kill me is named Salazar. He was Natalia's Sorcerer and he escaped. According to him, I have to be careful. Sorcerers hold deep grudges especially when they have already sworn their loyalty to someone. Now that the queen is dead, the sorcerer will seek revenge for the dead queen. It may come to me since the sorcerer could not touch Elijah.

Uncle Tom had told me. I did. But I had returned and watched in horror as the sorcerer strolled through our village. Dressed in black and followed by licking black tongues of smoke. He lifted his hand, and a man running at him with a blade was thrown back an impossible distance until he slammed into a tree and slid up it as though lifted by an invisible man. Then his neck craned to the side with a loud snap and he dropped limply. "Warlord." King Detry called. Making the sorcerer turn.