Kunon The Sorcerer Can See Novels & Stories

He smiled at us, revealing his bloody lips as blood trickled down the edge of his lips. Suzy closed her eyes and started chanting incantations, she controlled every molecule present in the air and directed it towards the map to have a lead of some sort but instead, the map caught fire-- every part of it leaving nothing but burnt ashes on the table and burnt-out candles. "How is that possible?" I stood up immediately not understanding how and what went wrong. "It is simple actually, he is cloaked by magic. After all, he is a powerful warlock that won't do anything to stay anonymous considering the fact that he has upset a powerful family." Suzy raised her brow and grinned at everyone present.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

Jon, quite careful not to sit too close to Nio, said: “Oh gods, I had no idea. I've never seen any sorcerer able to do what you just did. You really did unfreeze the sun, didn't you?” Nio replied: “Yes, Jon, I did. And no, there is no other sorcerer in Raal who can do what I can. At least as far as I know. As for your question Shieena, it's hard to explain. When I was on the Dal estate and Teria’n kept insulting me, I decided to show him how wrong he was. For once in my life I wanted to show that bastard that he is no better than me. I reached with my spark far above, and mhm, how to explain that? You know how spiders create webs. Well imagine the magic that is in all things, alive or not, l

A hissing voice screeched out a few staccato phrases, and the dead man obediently unclenched his teeth. Delongh looked around furiously, his eyes caught on the frozen Vic. - You! No sir, it won't work. You can't command other people's dead. Nothing will come of it! He hissed furiously and turned back to the children. Vic exhaled, saw that Kim managed to rise from the ground during this time and, tearing the pale sisters off him, carefully seated them on the road. The guy was shaking, but he held on, his questioning gaze was riveted to Vic, he spread his hands - nothing else worked. Kim shook his head hopelessly. The magic beam of the sorcerer-delonkha again tore the space and hit the protect

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

If it wasn't for these damned shackles, I could escape this place with no problem. My thoughts were interrupted by jangling at the door. In another instant, it opened and Damion stepped in, followed by a cloaked figure. My eyes widened when I recognized the cloaked man. It was the sorcerer that had confronted the pack days ago. The cloaked man stared at me with emotionless eyes. "What the hell is he doing here?" I asked wearily. Damion looked from me to the sorcerer with a sneer. "My friend Coltus here, is going to be the one who helps us unlock your lovely charming abilities," Damion preened.

That if anything had gone wrong, the sorcerer would not leave to see another day. Before Lorin could react, Alden lunged at him, grabbing him by the throat. Since regaining his powers, he had become much more stronger and faster than he ever was. Lorin's attempt to free himself was futile, Alden's grip was like a vise. The sorcerer's desperate clawing was a stark contrast to his usual composure, a confirmation of Alden's worst fear. “Brother, stop!” Karken yelled, his voice filled with urgency. He rushed towards Alden, trying to pry his hands off Lorin's throat. But even Karken was no match for Alden's strength. No less when he was consumed by a primal fury.

His voice was low, calm, a whisper that scratched against my bones. “Don’t bother,” the man said. His eyes were sharp, his smile thin. “Your strength is bound. Your Alpha blood, your wolf… all of it is held down.” I froze. A sorcerer. I hadn’t seen one before, but I knew what they were. Dangerous. Ruthless. Men who twisted power into chains invisible and unbreakable.

Zane took a few steps in front of Jo like he was going to knock Christian’s head off just for being an ass. “A few minutes ago!” Jo shouted, her hand reaching out to catch Zane’s arm and keep him back. “I noticed it a few minutes ago when I stopped to see if I could feel her.” “Feel her? What are you, some kinda New Age meditationalist?” Once again, Jo had no idea what he was talking about--but that wasn’t unusual. “Christian, why is it that I can see it and you can’t?’ “I have no fucking idea!” he shouted. “It doesn’t make any sense to me. I made the goddamn things.”