King Sorcerer Novels & Stories

He wielded powers beyond anything Marvin and Jace had ever seen, summoning creatures of shadow and flame to do his bidding. As the battle raged on, Marvin and Jace fought with all their might, their swords flashing in the dim light as they clashed with the sorcerer's minions. But for every foe they struck down, two more seemed to take its place, and they soon found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer force of the sorcerer's onslaught. Just when all seemed lost, a mysterious figure appeared on the battlefield, wielding a power unlike anything Marvin and Jace had ever seen before. It was the wise old sage, who returned from his self-imposed exile to aid his friends in their time of need.

His brother had truly screwed him this time. His lips were still turned up in a rictus of a smile at his predicament when he heard the crossbar being raised and the door swung open. Sigurd loomed in the doorway casting a long shadow across the small room. The sun glowing behind him gave him the appearance of a dark avenging angel. "Time to break your fast, Brandur the Destroyer,” Sigurd said with a sneer, taking a step into the small hut.

He had been undefeated in the four states of the Southwest 30 years ago. There had been very little news on the Great Sorcerer for the past decade or so, and Belinda had even wondered if he was dead. However, if the old devil was still alive, he would be sure to cause trouble for Sebastian in the future! "Mr. Ballard, the Great Sorcerer is different from other people. He's vicious and ruthless, and no one is his equal when it comes to skills in sorcery. Offending him will—" Blake broke off and shook his head.

I bumped into Henry, a sorcerer who had saved me on my way to the southern pack claiming that I was digging my own grave if I dared to go there. I don't fully trust Henry for now but he wasn't as bad as I had imagined him to be. He has been quite helpful, one could say. I wanted to sever all ties with Sage and not ever walk back into his life or have anything to do with him but fate had other plans for us, now I am bounded to him completely. I am carrying his heir and I’m sure if not now, sooner or later he’d come to figure out my whereabouts, I can hide under Henry's cocoon for too long

Magic bled out of it in green smoke… it couldn’t run anymore. I shifted back to half-form and stood over it, panting, bloodied, still shaking from adrenaline. “What are you?” I growled. It chuckled bitterly. “A deal… is a deal.” It coughed again, black ichor seeping from its ribs. “My name is Sorren. I was once a sorcerer, rRuler of a ring in the magic circle right here in this region. But immortality… it seduced me, twisted my very nature. I altered my body, my soul, until all that remained was this…” its eyes flickered down to its body, “...a creature of immense power and no life.”

He revealed his actual identity, a monstrous visage warped by black magic and driven by an insatiable ambition for domination. The clash of magical powers filled the air as Luna and Arlon resisted the sorcerer's unrelenting attack. Luna's abilities, which had been completely awakened and polished throughout her voyage, erupted in magnificent displays of light and elemental energy. Arlon, a seasoned fighter, went blow for blow with the sorcerer, his ability and experience proving vital in their struggle.

“I wish to become the Supreme Sorcerer, Elder Magnus. I believe it is my birthright.” A deep frown etched itself onto Magnus’s wrinkled face. “You are young, Constantine,” he said, his tone as unyielding as stone. “The path to becoming the Supreme Sorcerer is not an easy one. It requires wisdom, power, and years of experience.” Constantine nodded, fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead. “I understand the gravity of my request, Elder Magnus. But I also carry the blood of the ancient sorcerers within me. It is a part of my lineage, my destiny.”

he retorted, launching into a flurry of calculated strikes aimed at Sorin's defenses. Their confrontation intensified amidst the swirling chaos of the vineyard grove. Sorin fought with determination fueled by the weight of his family's legacy and the newfound knowledge of their supernatural ties. Victor countered with ruthless precision, his every move calculated to gain the upper hand. As the battle raged on, Sorin felt a surge of elemental energy welling within him—a connection to the orb and its ancient powers. With a focused effort, he channeled this energy into his movements, enhancing his speed and strength.

I asked in disbelief. “Yes,” said Nalia, opening a folder containing photos of a man I’d never seen before. “This is the dark sorcerer who accompanies Hall. He’s not just any man, and just as the sorceresses feared, he’s capable of causing irreparable harm. His spells are based on stealing energy, practicing dark arts, and sacrificing living beings, no matter who they are.” I felt nauseous. “What exactly does that mean?” Elijah asked. “We knew what might be happening.”

She vowed to share her thoughts and feelings with her companions more openly, deepening their bonds. Kael: The arcane sorcerer, who had always been cautious with his powers, was confronted by a phantom version of himself wielding raw, uncontrolled magic. Kael understood that his true strength lay in mastering his abilities, not fearing them. He harnessed the chaotic energy and transformed it into a controlled force, unlocking a new level of power.