Projection Sorcery Novels & Stories

the sorcerer explained. As the moon cast an ethereal glow over the forest, the tension hung heavy in the air. Alex was located, and the sorcerer teleported them to a spot near Alex's hiding place. With their hearts pounding and adrenaline coursing through their veins, they approached cautiously, knowing that one wrong move could cost them their lives. They materialized behind a towering oak tree, its ancient branches stretching towards the heavens. The tree seemed to stand as a guardian, providing a shield for them as they prepared to confront Alex and the merciless demon.

My Sire is here. For the next several moments, all I know is confusion and pain and an inescapable dread. I see flashes of elemental sorcery, of fire and ice and static. I feel the reverberations of force, hear the tear of flesh and the crunch of collapsing beams, smell the fragrance of ancient blood being spilled.

Luna reached out, her hand trembling as she grasped the orb. In an instant, the chamber shook, its walls trembling under the weight of a powerful force. Luna staggered backward, her eyes widening in disbelief. The orb had absorbed the darkness, amplifying the light within them. She turned to see the sorcerer, his monstrous form faltering, weakened by the newfound power of the artifact. With renewed determination, Luna and Amelia rushed back to Sebastian's side. The once-mighty sorcerer's attacks became feeble and desperate, his monstrous form crumbling under the combined strength of Luna's magic, Amelia's support, and the celestial artifact.

“Yes, and if I was not a high breed I would have been trapped in it. I feel like he has done it to more people. I remember that after the day I brought Andy back, she started acting strange. Saying she loved him and we all know Andy couldn’t have feelings for anyone just like that and even if she wanted to, it wouldn't be that sudden.” Lucas said, reminding everyone. “This shit is deep, how do we combat it? Do the books not say anything about that type of sorcery.” Liam asked, a bit of frustration in his voice. I flipped my book to a page I felt could be helpful here. I showed it to them… “It says here that a good sorcerer can use the art of a puppeteer on persons of inferior strength or peo

What Ishtar thinks is that it's probably someone using a blood spell to camouflage themselves and that's why I'm the only one who can smell it, but I don't know if that's what it is, it feels like something else because I don't have the sensation of worms against my skin. I sigh, looking at the horizon, watching the sunset, the colors are beautiful, they even look like a painting, but that doesn't bring me peace or happiness, because I know that tomorrow morning Soren will leave to meet the diplomats of the Kingdom of the Wizards. The journey is a bit long, around three days by car, but Soren has decided to go by helicopter, which cuts the three days down to one and a half.

But something was wrong. A sudden shift in the air. The hairs on Diego’s arms rose just before an unseen force slammed into them like a tidal wave. He hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from his lungs. Around him, warriors were thrown back, some crashing against the walls, others hitting the dirt in painful thuds. From the shadows beyond the gate, a figure emerged. A sorcerer. Draped in deep crimson robes, his hands glowed with a crackling, unnatural energy. Diego spat blood onto the ground, forcing himself up. "What the hell is that—?"

she asked, and Alex gave a soft laugh. She sensed humour from him, and annoyance from Lukas, but both were almost drowned out by their wariness, and no small amount of fear. Lukas sighed softly, "Shadows can merge with other shadows, becoming part of them," he said, his voice still near a whisper, "And can move through them, from one to another, with little resistance."

I collapsed on my bed, the memory of the kids rising just as I fell asleep. -war, this time full out war, the battle going badly for us. I am in the middle of it, my shields crumbling, my power lashing outward, but doing little damage against the sledgehammer destruction of the sorcerer's assault. Panic grips me. The cacophony of sound pushes me down as witches and Sidhe and demons die around me, faces I know, faces I love even as the sky itself seems to explode and rain down on us. Shattered shards of the veil holding us on this plane break apart and fly free. I'm falling, we're all falling, good and bad alike, the sorcerer's final attack ending this plane in a rush of flaring light-

vision I had. The most laughable thing is that when poor Patrick reached the cave at the top of the mountain he found no sign of the Sorceress. She left him precise instructions, of course. Alexandros would resurrect on the seventh day after his death, the new entity would be blinded by a poisonous blood thirst.

[Gideon] “All of us,” I indicate the four of us in this room. "Jasper can use his natural ability as an oracle to scry for her with our connection as to her as Rosalynd’s fated lovers to use as his compass." I pull a silk handkerchief out of my pocket, a piece of fabric I keep just in case I need to cast an impromptu spell. It is good to have a purified surface, and I cannot always depend on other spaces having this attribute. Placing it on Axel's well-polished coffee table I look up and ask, "Do you have a map of Northern California?"