Novel & Cerita Oblivion Sorcerer

KIND HERBALISTS AND HELPFUL WEREWOLVES ARE GONE. Elizabeth and Anais formed a pact-to make humans suffer forever.

In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike before I could enact change. Every life ended the same way: with her voice echoing in my mind. “No male heir shall live.” But this time, I’m not that same helpless boy. This time, I carry the wisdom of six lives etched into my soul. I stand up, pulling out a piece of parchment and a dull quill from Martha’s table. My hands may be small, but my mind is sharp. I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist.

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

"Zhoron Naero. What can you say about your actions against the Elven realms?" Breathnach and Naero remained silent. "Why did you betray me?" Lorcan shook his head. "I gave you more than my father and brother ever took away. You have done well under my rule. You betrayed me as I was trying to restore the realms…" Breathnach coughed, "You were destroying our Elven realms all on your own. We were just the beginning of the storm of rebellion. General Konnyr saw it coming." General Aengus frowned, "General Konnyr… what was his role in this?"

he asked, while holding Livia tightly, who was still groaning in pain while tingly holding her chest. "A black sorcerer, one that our clan has already erased. But why does it seem like one has returned?" Florita's brow furrowed in question as she worked to counter the curse afflicting Livia. She breathed heavily, her eyes tightly closed, focusing her attention and mind to fight the creature tormenting the Luna. "A black sorcerer?" Aldus asked, confused.

At the same time, a ring of blood seemed to appear around him, which immediately condensed and formed. The frightening pressure instantly stunned everyone. Sebastian was knowledgeable, and he was the first to react as he blurted out, "It's an innate sorcery!" Caspian was shocked. He turned to the alpha gopher and swiftly understood what Sebastian was talking about. Due to the blood inheritance, which might be innate or acquired after, certain monsters would showcase some sorceries and not only rely on physical combat. Even though these sorceries were not too powerful, it was more than enough to handle their opponents, which would mostly be in the lower realms.

Lirien’s tablet pulses, her voice urgent, “The altar’s ahead, Aelys—go!” I reach ging the altar, a crystalline nexus pulsing with Veil and Overveil, the rogues’ ritual in progress, their orbs glowing with stolen light. Their leader—an oracle, her crystalline form radiating corrupted starlight, her eyes twin voids—turns, her voice a hymn of chaos. “Child of the Veil, you’re too late.” I channel my cosmic essence, the ritual beginning, my hymn merging light and shadow. “Veil, sever them!” The altar flares, starlight flooding the nexus, the rogues’ orbs fracturing, their Overveil link weakening.

He did not expect to see Tobias advance to the paragon stage so quickly. Mostly due to the fact that Soran did not think Tobias was not as capable and talented as Severin or Karl. If he had to say, he and Soran were most likely on the same level. Nonetheless, he was a disciple of the Deifirm Sect and the sect was capable of providing him an ample amount of seventh-grade alchemical pills.

Though this new path added five more days to the trip, it was safer and smoother, better suited for Lyra, a fragile she-wolf who deserved care and protection. But that wasn’t the only reason. This path passed by a special place, a small cave deep within Gloomwood where Raven and Cara, who was now Lyra, had once lived happily together. Raven had heard that the Potion of Oblivion, the memory-erasing elixir Lyra had taken, wasn’t permanent. With the right stimulus, the memories could return little by little. He hoped the first ones to resurface would be the beautiful moments they once shared.

“But such a creature shouldn’t bother you. You’re a sorceress.” “Yes, I am. But anything made by Goddess Hecate can foresee a sorcerer or sorceress’s attacks in many ways. You can strike an Ivy but it will be difficult to take them down. They are smart, immune to poisons, and dangerous. But you see that Dark Blood? It’s like you’re going up against an invisible demon that can not be seen or trapped. They are the hardest to spot when you want to destroy them!” she shared, expressing her frustration. “That barrier was one of the hardest spell I created in order to find that Rogue. That’s why he didn’t cross it for so many years, because he knows what it could do. And now that force is gone.”