Oblivion Sorcerer Novels & Stories

My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!" "Oblivio!" I screamed and the orb of dark energy discharged towards the group of demon sorcerers. A large explosion occurs reducing the demons into embers of dust and ashes. Through that feat, the Demons shrieked in horror once more. "He's an abomination!" One of them screamed. "Well, I had no reason to suspect that…." I tightly gripped my Short Sword once again and decidedly attacked the General for the second time. I need to make sure this one would connect.

After noticing that scene, the priestess, who was concentrating on burning those corpses and blood moths, also frowned. Gargamel was a sorcerer who emerged in the same era as his master, Ulricus. Both his status in the Fake Shrine and his combat power were much higher than that of the priestess. The sorcerer was infuriated. The moment this monster was summoned, the mountain was engulfed in endless horror. “Priestess, if you don’t stop right now, don’t blame me for being rude to you!” Gargamel’s body continued to emit a constant stream of black aura. At this point, his eyes had turned black.

He despised sorcerers with everything in him, one had taken Aria and his child away from him, and anyone again who dared to come even as close to him as his territory border was going to feel his wrath and now there was one freely moving in his lands, killing his warriors and had even gotten as close to killing him. “But it's one unlike I've ever seen,” The physician continued recapturing Damon’s attention, he turned to the man. “What do you mean?” His voice came out dangerously calm. “It certainly is sorcery but there is an element of something unrecognizable, it didn't take a spell to do this.” And he looked up at Damon with fear in his eyes. “This was not done by an ordinary sorcerer.” “W

"We felt the… shockwave. A surge of power unlike anything we've felt since the fall of the Shadow King. We've tracked you from Stillwater, through the highlands, to that accursed library, and to the coast. Wherever you go, the world… shudders. You leave behind restored villages and standing stones, but you also leave behind a trail of confused survivors and destabilised realities." She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing, destabilising. "And you travel with a creature of the void. The same void that birthed the Shadow King. Explain yourselves." Liora found her voice. "We are fighting the same enemy. The Oblivion. The thing that is making the world forget. We are Scribes. We are restoring

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.

His eyes gleamed with a mix of malice and satisfaction as he beheld the triad. "You have come far, Moon Goddess Descendant," the sorcerer sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But your journey ends here. I will harness the power of these artifacts and reshape the supernatural world according to my desires." Andrea, Jax, and Rachel stood tall, their resolve unshaken. They knew that the sorcerer's defeat was not only crucial for the safety of their community but also for the fulfillment of Andrea's destiny. With a shared nod, they unleashed their combined strength, each tapping into their unique abilities to counter the sorcerer's dark magic.

“Unlike Necromancers who can only reawaken the body of creatures from the dead and turn them into mindless puppets, Sorcerers are soul manipulators.” High-level Sorcery Arts would involve the separation of the soul from its body, or even the resurrection of a long-gone soul to a new body. And supposedly, Sorcery's main goal was to make this world one living chain of organisms under one absolute power. “Andrius… The God of Dragons… was the only one of the three gods who was said to possess both Holy Power and Forbidden Power. And the pinnacle of Sorcery was said to be the awakening of Andrius—the descent of the God into the world to swallow everything into one, becoming him.”

"You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!" The sorcerer fell but laughed even more wildly. "Frame you? Alpha Misael, you came with Luna Alayna to my black market that night. You even asked about side effects. Now you won't admit it?" She pulled out a time crystal ball. Inside, the scene showed Alayna asking greedily, "If I use this, the pup inside Sienna's belly will be transferred to mine?" The sorcerer's voice echoed, "Yes, but only if you make the carrier yourself and let her smell it."

"There is a way," I said, biting my lip, my eyes determined. "What way?" Scott stared intently at me. "Soul-Devouring Sorcery needs to be purified. Only a mate blessed by the Moon Goddess, by offering their 'Life Source,' can do it," I said calmly, though my heart was racing. "How do you know this?" Scott's eyes narrowed, full of suspicion. "The Shaman told me," I lied. In reality, I had witnessed Joanna suffering the backlash of the sorcery in my past life.

Unknowing, the Dumont power gave me the edge I needed to break the hold of the call to feed. Smaller clumps of power slid around me now, crying piteously, tiny seeds of families long gone. I sank deeper, anchoring to the Dumont power, my sorcery's flower opening, petals gaping wide, mouth of blackness calling me home. For the first time, I let my sorcery have its way without holding back, absorbed the taint of it, the destructive magic of using one thing's power for another thing's gain. Unlike witchcraft, demon magic, even Sidhe power, sorcery was based in the utter obliteration of the source of its magic.