Oblivion Sorcerer Novels & Stories

“I wish to become the Supreme Sorcerer, Elder Magnus. I believe it is my birthright.” A deep frown etched itself onto Magnus’s wrinkled face. “You are young, Constantine,” he said, his tone as unyielding as stone. “The path to becoming the Supreme Sorcerer is not an easy one. It requires wisdom, power, and years of experience.” Constantine nodded, fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead. “I understand the gravity of my request, Elder Magnus. But I also carry the blood of the ancient sorcerers within me. It is a part of my lineage, my destiny.”

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

If you don't agree, let's have a noble duel. This time, Baron Lorient was provoked. To be honest, Baron Lorient was a fifth level magician. This level of combat power was considered quite good even among the nobles of the continent, after all, nobles relied more on inheritance than military strength. But Baron Stewart was a dragon vein warlock, so he couldn't really beat him.

He revealed his actual identity, a monstrous visage warped by black magic and driven by an insatiable ambition for domination. The clash of magical powers filled the air as Luna and Arlon resisted the sorcerer's unrelenting attack. Luna's abilities, which had been completely awakened and polished throughout her voyage, erupted in magnificent displays of light and elemental energy. Arlon, a seasoned fighter, went blow for blow with the sorcerer, his ability and experience proving vital in their struggle.

“I’ll lead a team to track the sorcerer. Silas, Aislinn, and I will handle this. We’ll need to move quickly and be prepared for any dark magic he might wield.” With a sense of urgency, the team assembled and set out to track the sorcerer. The journey was fraught with challenges as they navigated through dense forests and treacherous terrain. The sorcerer’s trail was marked by residual dark magic, making it easier to follow but also indicating the dangers that lay ahead. As they ventured deeper into the forest, the atmosphere grew thick with malevolent energy. The residual dark magic in the air was almost palpable, heightening the tension among the team. The trees seemed to close in around th

With each passing second, his frustration grew, his fury boiling beneath the surface. Driven by his determination to annihilate any threat, Alex ventured closer to the oak tree. His dark eyes searched the shadows, willing the enemy to reveal themselves. As he moved nearer, a sudden surge of power coursed through him, momentarily destabilizing the sorcerer's enchantment. Sensing the weakening of his spell, the sorcerer knew that their time was running out. He whispered a quick incantation, pouring his energy into reinforcing the barrier. But it was Alex, fueled by rage and an insatiable hunger for dominance, who would unwittingly tear down the invisible wall that concealed his enemies.

“You can’t deny that you need me. And for all it’s worth, you’re finally acting like a man.” Elora turned to her. “Don’t start, Davina—” “Great,” Davina brushed past Elora and headed towards the sofas, dropping into one. “Now that we have a full house, we all should talk strategy.” “What strategy?” I asked. “We have this handled. We can pull off on our own.” “In case you haven’t noticed,” Davina frowned at me. “We are going to have a horde of sorcerer showing up the moment you pass this into law. And if you don’t have a plan in place to checkmate this, then you might as well don’t worry about it at all.”

Sable's eyes narrowed with determination as she recognized the source of this sinister presence: Zephyr, the ancient sorcerer who had long been rumored to be behind the encroaching darkness. With a fierce yell, Sable rallied her warriors, their spirits reignited by the sight of their leader's unwavering resolve. They fought with renewed vigor, pushing back against the darkness with every ounce of their strength. The clash of weapons and the crackling of magic filled the air as they surged forward, determined to break through. Jericho's blades moved in a blur, slicing through shadowy figures with precision. Torin's magic intensified, creating fierce gusts of wind that ripped through the darkn

I stood by the casket, my hands raised, weaving a shield of star-silver light around the caravan. The sorcerers ignored the soldiers; they headed straight for me. They wanted the collar. They wanted their master back. One of them, a figure in tattered white robes, lunged at me, his fingers elongated into talons of black smoke. I didn't reach for the star-silver this time. I reached for the void. I let the shadows around us wrap around my wrists, hardening into blades of absolute nothingness. "You want the Speaker?" I hissed, catching the sorcerer’s talons in my shadow-blades. "Take it!"

And this is your damn karma, so you have to remember, Mal said angrily. I finished vomiting, rinsed my mouth, and when I returned to the room, I looked seriously at my friends before looking at the sorcerer with embarrassment. I didn't have a face at all. “I just want to be able to heal, please,” I begged the sorcerer. "I'll send for a concoction from the north so you can counteract the effects of the darkness. There is a person capable of doing something like that, and he lives up there. Besides, his concoctions are excellent," the sorcerer said, and I couldn't help but sigh. I had an idea who it could be, although I never dealt directly with the gentleman. "It's going to be very expensive,