Oblivion Sorcerer Novels & Stories

Bennett start, but it was Barrett who spoke next. “He is a sorcerer. He was once our wizard, and as such had gained tremendous power, thanks to the strength of the pack. That’s the thing with our witches and wizards. The moment they accept their role and take their place, their power increases tremendously. Only Draven let this power get to his head, believing himself a god. Your father thought it best that Draven be exiled and stripped of the power the pack had supplied him. Somehow Draven had discovered his plans, and that’s how our dark day came to pass. Draven conspired with the sorcerer group, The Eldritch Circle, to attack us all. A sorcerer's magic is tainted by darkness, leaving its

The South Ridge had become chaos. Dark shapes danced across the snow-blanketed terrain, my wolves, locked in brutal combat with figures cloaked in red dust and bone armor. Rogues, yes, but more than that. Sorcerers. Creatures twisted by old blood rites. The ones who had tasted the ancient magic and let it rot them from the inside. And there, at the vanguard, I saw them. If only, if only Cerberus is here, those sorcerers wouldn't stand a chance.

I asked in disbelief. “Yes,” said Nalia, opening a folder containing photos of a man I’d never seen before. “This is the dark sorcerer who accompanies Hall. He’s not just any man, and just as the sorceresses feared, he’s capable of causing irreparable harm. His spells are based on stealing energy, practicing dark arts, and sacrificing living beings, no matter who they are.” I felt nauseous. “What exactly does that mean?” Elijah asked. “We knew what might be happening.”

For someone who has been sucked out of blood by five teenage vampires, she sure is tough enough to manage to still live. After a few moments later, he felt immobilized. Her blood's addicting scent attacked Clayton's senses. Holding her this close made him immediately addicted by her whiff. How could he miss this scent even with his super sensitive sense of smelling awhile ago? It's like a sweet but intense scent that he never encountered throughout his years of existence. He could not get himself out of the trance the lady's scent put him into. Despite the control hunters like him possessed. Despite his disgust with messy, splattered blood.

I said. "It'll take time to learn control, but I see what will be. You will master it." Thea's voice chimed almost like a bell. "Enough stalling, let's see this power of yours," Nathan snapped. I stood again, letting my father steady me when I swayed a little on my feet. I was a Necromancer. I was a Summoner. I could do this and I would.

His presence was always unsettling, a constant reminder of the power he wielded; dark, ancient, and ruthless. He was no ordinary man. Marcus—no, not just Marcus. The sorcerer. The descendant of the annihilated Serpens Pack. The offspring of the twin who had outlived his people’s destruction and had clawed his way through centuries of vengeance, mastering dark magic in secrecy.

Magic bled out of it in green smoke… it couldn’t run anymore. I shifted back to half-form and stood over it, panting, bloodied, still shaking from adrenaline. “What are you?” I growled. It chuckled bitterly. “A deal… is a deal.” It coughed again, black ichor seeping from its ribs. “My name is Sorren. I was once a sorcerer, rRuler of a ring in the magic circle right here in this region. But immortality… it seduced me, twisted my very nature. I altered my body, my soul, until all that remained was this…” its eyes flickered down to its body, “...a creature of immense power and no life.”

[Ifrit (Carmine robe): Mastery of burning sand Djinn (Midnight Blue Robe): Sand illusion mist user Marid (Dark green robe): Ability to manipulate poisonous sand Shaitan (Black robe): Enigmatic control over black sand] "These leaders, known as sorcerers, are the source of the problem.." Watson clarified. "..They utilize a form of sorcery known as 'Sand Sorcery.' It is a mystical art that allows them to wield the sand present throughout Aridfrost as a formidable weapon. Their targets have never survived these encounters, and their operations are conducted with such discretion that there are minimal records available, apart from fleeting testimonies given by dying witnesses.."

Thorin growled at the Sorceress. Yes, this was the sorceress. The blonde fat sorceress is named Ariel. She has been working for Thorin for decades now. She had benefited a lot by working with him. Her powers had increased a lot due to all the artefacts she got Thorin’s minions to get her. She had used Thorin’s resources as if they were hers. She was like a second master to the men. Thorin ignored her arrogance. She was a great asset to him. Her powers would be what would help him get infinite strength. He did not mind her insolence and Ariel knew how he felt. So she went wild. When she became the sorceress, she was slim and had a small frame but after becoming his sorceress, she gained weigh

"I do hold the title of a wizard but I'm a sorcerer in truth. Wizards become warlocks after years of practising. Not all become one in their lifetime. But I’m a sorcerer, a rank higher than both and sorcerers isn’t something a wizard achieves. They are born. A warlock has to bow before a low-ranked sorcerer even.” “So you’re a high-ranked sorcerer. Your family knows right?” “ Only the Wiz king knows. Besides, the fewer people know, the better. Sorcerers are as rare as perfect hybrids. According to the records, the last sorcerer appeared in the 14th century." "That's..." "We have a lot to talk about each other. We at least know that we have the same enemies. We are perfect hybrids and had a b