Projection Sorcery Novels & Stories

Exactly why he’d promoted her. The boardroom, with its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city toward Shibuya, was already buzzing when Jaxon entered with Mia flanking him. Holographic displays flickered above the long conference table, showcasing profit margins, the Helix project progress and analyses. Conversations died the moment Jaxon stepped in. "Mr. Hawthorne," one of the senior VPs began, standing almost reflexively. "We didn’t expect you until—"

I thought, confused. But even a blind man could see the fear in the rogues’ eyes as they came face-to-face with something that shouldn’t be possible for our kind. This must be some kind of sorcery, because Serena was holding them in the air without even touching them. Then she closed her palms, as if holding the rogues physically. Both rogues whimpered as they grabbed for air. Their necks snapped as Serena twisted her hands, both of them falling onto the highway with blank eyes.

"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."

He smiled at us, revealing his bloody lips as blood trickled down the edge of his lips. Suzy closed her eyes and started chanting incantations, she controlled every molecule present in the air and directed it towards the map to have a lead of some sort but instead, the map caught fire-- every part of it leaving nothing but burnt ashes on the table and burnt-out candles. "How is that possible?" I stood up immediately not understanding how and what went wrong. "It is simple actually, he is cloaked by magic. After all, he is a powerful warlock that won't do anything to stay anonymous considering the fact that he has upset a powerful family." Suzy raised her brow and grinned at everyone present.

We raised our hands high, channeling our magic into a single, concentrated beam of light aimed directly at the sorceress. "Now!" I shouted, releasing our combined magic. The beam shot forth, a brilliant arc of light that cut through the darkness like a beacon. The sorceress's eyes widened in shock as our magic struck her, and for a brief moment, the chaos around us seemed to pause. But just as victory seemed within reach, Baddy reared back, unleashing a torrent of dark energy in a desperate attempt to shield the sorceress. The collision of our magic and his darkness was catastrophic, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

“Let me introduce myself. My name is Soraru Seimei. I am the direct descendant of the Seimei family, as well as the Shindan Way’s support. “Today, I’m also the one in charge to send you your way! “It’s a lonely road to purgatory, Sir York, but at least you’ll be joined by your wife. This I can make sure of. “Well, then!” The paper on Soraru’s hand started burning. When he squeezed the paper, the entire space around them seemed slightly warped. The eight pillars of light formed into blades flying right toward Harvey.

For a while, neither side seemed to be able to do anything about their adversary. “It’s true that you have some potential!” Frode leaped to another building’s roof. He took a deep breath and faced the howling wind. “Tyr, you are after the tome in my hand, right? So now, let me show you the power of the Glinting Tome.” Frode stomped his feet after that declaration. He flew into the air as a vortex of vitality energy swept beneath his feet. “The lunar vision!” The night sky behind him became increasingly surreal. The illusion began to transform into substance in the blink of an eye. Forde appeared to be projecting a holographic movie. The night sky started to morph into a raging sea. A bright

“What are you doing?” She didn’t respond, crouching to draw intricate symbols on the floor with my blood. The motions were precise, almost mechanical, and low murmurs spilled from her lips—a chant in a language I couldn’t begin to understand. “Things seen and things not seen, let this girl walk in between. Though they look, they shall not see. Grant invisibility, for I am Arson, Sorcerer of Furvus, and it harm none, so mote it be.” The blood began to glow faintly, casting eerie, flickering shadows across the walls.

she gasped, her hand clutching a protruding obsidian root. The root moved. Sofia recoiled, her obsidian blade singing as it cleared the scabbard in a single, fluid motion. But it wasn't a beast that emerged from the muck. It was a projection—a shimmering, translucent figure made of the same violet light as the spores. It had no face, only a crown of thorns and eyes that reflected the entire history of the world.

No light. No sound. Just… presence. ⸻ The Core Activates The Strategem Core ignites. Symbols rotate. Space folds inward— And a projection forms. ⸻ Anomaly Detected Not a planet. Not a being. A distortion. A pulse in existence itself. ⸻ The Vision The projection expands— Revealing glimpses: • A figure standing against overwhelming light • Wings… not fully visible… but undeniable • Energy that doesn’t obey Kiyosaku law • A presence that does not submit