Oblivion Sorcerer Novels & Stories

"You know that poison was..." I said anxiously, "She was tricked! That wasn't syrup at all! You have to catch the person who tricked her as soon as possible! Otherwise, you'll still be in danger! Oh no… Now that the mastermind's plan failed, could Nora be in danger too..." The corner of Theodore's mouth twitched as he looked at me, speechless. "Rebecca, can you be any more oblivious?" I stared at him blankly. Theodore then told me the truth without hesitation. "The person who wanted to hurt you was Nora, and she has an accomplice working with her."

Bone-breaking, burning, childbirth-level pain. [BASIC CULTIVATION MANUAL ABSORBED] [TECHNIQUE UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGN'S FOUNDATION (TIER 1)] [CURRENT CULTIVATION: NONE] [FIRST MERIDIAN STATUS: BLOCKED (OMEGA PHYSIOLOGY)] [TO ADVANCE: FORCE OPEN FIRST MERIDIAN] [WARNING: TRADITIONAL OMEGA CULTIVATION REQUIRES ALPHA PARTNER] [SOVEREIGN SYSTEM OVERRIDE: YOU CAN DO THIS ALONE]

"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."

Behind Robert the circle grew smaller and some drew weapons, which flashed electricity at the tip. Alisha recoiled when her paw touched the edge and some stones fell into the void. -Blaren what do we do? - He said through his mind touching his neck with his nose to get his attention. -Do you believe in something? - She mentally denied and didn't think it was the first time she did. "You know we have no other alternative," he said, stepping back until he was at the top as well.

Green fillamentous stuffs kept levitating in the dark and Declan didn't move further to keep safe. A blue flame suddenly appeared before him and he frowned as to what it was. The blue flame broadened and his eyes widened to who he saw. "Sorcerer" He called in shock. "What are you doing here" Declan asked. "Aren't you supposed..." "Don't search for me when you go back cause you won't find me... I am far where mortals can reach so the best you can do is regain your lost identity... You aren't just Declan remember that... Alpha Declan" The sorcerer said and the blue flame suddenly dissappeared and...

he began again, but I lifted a hand and cut through his protest. “Enough. We warned Evelyn. She played with forces beyond her understanding and paid the price. But you? You knew what she was doing. You enabled it. And now you’re trying to contain a storm that was never yours to tame.” His jaw clenched, and he said nothing. Sorrell stepped forward, her eyes dark with magic. “This spell… the one you all messed with... it’s not just broken—it’s hungry. If Olivia is suffering, it will devour her from the inside out. If you want her alive, she needs us.”

Instead, the sphere itself expanded, its radiance growing ever more intense. If I had not known what they were doing, perhaps I would have felt less afraid. But I had seen this scene countless times in my studies and in books. A Grand Sorcerer assisted by a Demon Warden could erase me in an instant, leaving not even a corpse behind. Refined by alchemists, what remained could be turned into the soul-form of a Vanir—just as we extracted biological soul essences above the Ginnungagap Rift. They were not here to kill for merit.

said the second woman who was cut by her friend, “What could he be busy with? The only way for him to salvage his mistake is by giving our master his rightful position as Essex’s King. Could a weak sorcerer like him do that?” “He is not only an orphan but necromancer who had used his parents soul for his own power,” the former woman spoke, her red lips creased as her eyes met the sorcerer. “I can’t wait to see how he would use our soul as source for more power for himself,” she snipped.

The pack members exchanged glances, recognizing the urgency of addressing Elvie's condition. Morgana approached Elvie, her movements purposeful as she initiated a mystical incantation. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you." The room became a canvas for the interplay of supernatural forces as Morgana's spell unfolded. A gentle energy enveloped Elvie, and the unnatural calmness that gripped her began to wane. The transformation, a delicate dance between magic and destiny, unfolded as Elvie's true self emerged from the shadows.

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.