King Sorcerer Novels & Stories

[Mana Mastery] [Magic Mastery] [Dark Magic] [Space Magic] [Enchant Magic] [Psychic Magic] [Evil Eyes] [Abyss Magic] [Martial Art] [Magic Craft] Sub skills: [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance] [Evil Eye of Distortion] [Evil Eye of Illusion] [Evil Eye Grudge] [Mana Records] [Take Over] [Telekinesis] [Space Maneuver] [Force Field] [Pain infliction] [Provocation][Dark Manipulation] [Curse Magic] [Puppet Mastery] [Totem Magic] [Witchcraft] [Necromancy] [Time Arc] [Archive] Tittles: [Expert dancer] [Noble lady] [Reincarnated] [Devious Schemer] [Harold of the Abyss] [Novice Sorceress] [Merciless] [Torturer] [Justice Bringer] [Master of Familiars] [Inheritor of Akistor’s records] I have quite a lot of skill

I grinned from chin to Chin. I skimmed the incantation until my eyes fell on one line. “To sever the power of the divine, a powerful sorcerer must perform the binding with intent unbroken.” A sorcerer. Not just any. A powerful one. Who would I possibly meet, I thought. My eyes, still fixed on those lines. Only one name came to mind. Zephyr! He was our pack sorcerer, a dangerous choice. Unpredictable. But desperate times called for risky allies.

His presence was always unsettling, a constant reminder of the power he wielded; dark, ancient, and ruthless. He was no ordinary man. Marcus—no, not just Marcus. The sorcerer. The descendant of the annihilated Serpens Pack. The offspring of the twin who had outlived his people’s destruction and had clawed his way through centuries of vengeance, mastering dark magic in secrecy.

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.

"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

He looked at me, his eyes wide with a warning he couldn't speak. In the center of the room, standing between the beds and the door, was a man I had never seen. He was young, almost beautiful, with hair as white as mine and eyes that were a void of absolute black. He wasn't a warrior. He was a Sorcerer of the First Circle. And he was holding Leo by the throat.

And this is your damn karma, so you have to remember, Mal said angrily. I finished vomiting, rinsed my mouth, and when I returned to the room, I looked seriously at my friends before looking at the sorcerer with embarrassment. I didn't have a face at all. “I just want to be able to heal, please,” I begged the sorcerer. "I'll send for a concoction from the north so you can counteract the effects of the darkness. There is a person capable of doing something like that, and he lives up there. Besides, his concoctions are excellent," the sorcerer said, and I couldn't help but sigh. I had an idea who it could be, although I never dealt directly with the gentleman. "It's going to be very expensive,

Malrik’s POV The torches flickered against the cavern walls, casting long, angry shadows that twisted like serpents. The deeper I walked, the heavier the air became—drenched with ancient magic, blood oaths, and the scent of sulfur. At the center of the circular chamber stood Kaelron, the dark sorcerer—cloaked in crimson and black, his face half-hidden beneath a hood. His skeletal fingers moved rhythmically above the obsidian altar, muttering incantations in a forgotten tongue. The dark pool in the stone basin before him shimmered with blood and stardust.

*** Inside the bedroom, it was just the three of us. The sorcerer moved in complete silence. He set up a small table and began laying out strange artifacts—a silver dagger, a black candle, and several vials of thick liquid that smelled like death. He muttered under his breath, pacing in slow, steady circles, while Damon stood nearby, watching every movement. “Hmm…” the sorcerer muttered, causing Damon to raise a brow. “This is the weakest the spell has ever been. Something’s interfering.” I watched as Damon’s grip tightened.

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.