Oblivion Sorcerer Novels & Stories

He fell silent, though his smirk lingered. Gabriel continued. “Mind manipulation of this level can only be the work of a sorcerer. Someone forcing his will onto others and shaping them into weapons. Whoever this sorcerer is, I suspect he’s related to the late Guido Regis. Guido once confided in me about a half-brother, born from his father’s affair with a witch. He never gave me a name, only the fact that this brother was half-Lycan, half-sorcerer.” The group exchanged uneasy glances.

[Mana Mastery] [Magic Mastery] [Dark Magic] [Space Magic] [Enchant Magic] [Psychic Magic] [Evil Eyes] [Abyss Magic] [Martial Art] [Magic Craft] Sub skills: [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance] [Evil Eye of Distortion] [Evil Eye of Illusion] [Evil Eye Grudge] [Mana Records] [Take Over] [Telekinesis] [Space Maneuver] [Force Field] [Pain infliction] [Provocation][Dark Manipulation] [Curse Magic] [Puppet Mastery] [Totem Magic] [Witchcraft] [Necromancy] [Time Arc] [Archive] Tittles: [Expert dancer] [Noble lady] [Reincarnated] [Devious Schemer] [Harold of the Abyss] [Novice Sorceress] [Merciless] [Torturer] [Justice Bringer] [Master of Familiars] [Inheritor of Akistor’s records] I have quite a lot of skill

Currently, he was a level 25 magician or having a 25% breakthrough on his limiter. Not only the magician becomes stronger whenever they breakthrough. Their lifespan also would increase. And their aging becomes slower. There were even some rumors that a magician who leveled up beyond level 50 would be having a reverse aging. Where their visage would start to look younger and younger, the change in appearance would stop when you achieve your prime appearances. Mostly at the age when you're at 18 - 30 years old. But this was just an unproven rumor since no one had been reported yet that there was someone who achieved such a level of above 50.

His mind fought her like a storm, lashing back with visions of fire, broken kingdoms, and the looming shadow of Hades himself. Althea staggered but clenched her fists. “Tell me!” she demanded, her voice trembling but resolute. The sorcerer’s laughter rang out—manic, triumphant. “You will never win. His heir will open the way. His spies walk beside you already, unseen, unmarked. You cannot stop him!” The shadows writhed, and Althea felt herself slipping under. “That’s enough!” Gavriel’s roar cut through the chaos. In one brutal motion, he stepped forward. His hand blurred, and before the sorcerer could laugh again, Gavriel’s strike was swift and final. The sorcerer’s head snapped to the side,

Instead, he tied the urn tightly to his waist with a rope, his face pale, caught between relief and anticipation. Step by step, he walked into the deep sea. "Suzy, if I had another chance, I’d hold your hand first this time." I felt myself sinking with him into the depths of the ocean. His once-pale face grew bluer, but his hands never let go of the urn. My heart clenched as if squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain making it nearly impossible to breathe. Before I could fully grasp what was happening, the scene shifted again. The alley was alive with the sounds of daily life. The sizzle of food being cooked, the shouts of vendors hawking their goods, the cries of babies—it all blended toget

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

"Just tell me what you know about him and leave Emily out of it." Brown shrugged, then ruffled his hair the way Larry did. Andrew smirked, "He's Lerman Kivolsky, a sorcerer of the 57th order. He runs an underground fight club that uses feral or rogue werewolf kids till they drop dead. The champions are set free when they come of age their memories are wiped out of course but they turn out to be delinquents and end up dead or back in his care. It is a large network of hoodlums and wealthy sponsors. His location is unknown. It's like he vanished after the attack."

Lucien stated without consideration. “There is a ritual,” the sorcerer said slowly. “Old magic, very dangerous magic that's risky to carry out.” The sorcerer took a deep breath as he continued. “It can destroy any creature with hybrid blood, no matter how powerful they might be.” “But you have to be warned, if it is not performed with precision, the spell will turn on its caster, painfully, fatally, and more deadly.” Acheron, the sorcerer, warned. The warning hung thick in the air, a whispered curse meant to instill fear in him, but Lucien, being a man without fear, was not bothered.

Tristan warned, his senses on high alert. Their footsteps echoed through the corridors, a symphony of determination. In the heart of the stronghold, a figure waited— Ravenswood, Archon Xantos’ sorcerer. Before the warriors understood what was happening, Ravenswood threw magical potions in the air, their darkness spreading fast among the warriors. "Victory is mine," Ravenswood declared, his voice dripping with malice like venom from a snake's fangs. The sound echoed through the stronghold's cold stone corridors, mingling with the stench of sweat, blood, and despair.

Can she leave him when the goddess gave them to each other? Mortus rubbed his cheek into her hand, feeling her warmth. Scorpia’s wings shook, by fear or the tingles that shot through her I would never know. “The King, or Emperor as he likes to call himself, of the Rogues is Virion,” Mortus breathed, raking in her scent. “He is started as a sorcerer and practiced necromancing.” Orion slammed his hand on the railing, breaking the trance Scoripa had Mortus . Shaking her head, she pulled his face back to hers. “Keep going,” she muttered. “This will help, keep going.”