Novel & Cerita Shadow Sorcerer

“That would be my father. I’ve not done any renovations to the place. I hope to do that soon, but with the sorcery case right now…you do understand that it demands my undivided attention.” “I can understand,” he said, returning to the couch he was sitting on. “This wickedness needs to be dealt with before it does more harm than good. The more time goes, the more they establish their hold over the dark. I heard they work with shadows now.” I groaned. “That’s has been my suspicion recently, but I don’t have evidence. And the more I close in on them, the more complicated it becomes.” “You don’t have to think twice about it,” Zack leaned forward. “Shadows are products of sorcery. They are made f

She discovered a long-forgotten prophecy that spoke of a hidden enemy lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. The prophecy foretold of a powerful sorcerer who sought to manipulate the supernatural world for his own nefarious purposes. He had been gathering artifacts of immense power, harnessing their energy to fuel his dark ambitions. Andrea knew that they had to uncover the sorcerer's identity and stop him before he wreaked havoc on their newfound unity.

Malrik’s POV The torches flickered against the cavern walls, casting long, angry shadows that twisted like serpents. The deeper I walked, the heavier the air became—drenched with ancient magic, blood oaths, and the scent of sulfur. At the center of the circular chamber stood Kaelron, the dark sorcerer—cloaked in crimson and black, his face half-hidden beneath a hood. His skeletal fingers moved rhythmically above the obsidian altar, muttering incantations in a forgotten tongue. The dark pool in the stone basin before him shimmered with blood and stardust.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

It was thick, huge and it gave him headache as he read more and more about their guy – Ahriman or Théoden or whatever hell he was called. “The well of wisdom – or what they call it, it refuses them humans the true vision to look beyond the shadows; the tales of darkness. Myth, they call, sing and talk, but none believes the truth of the myth. Some sees, but denies. He is real, real as the nightmares. Twice the century the sorcerer lives, one in his sleep, and the second in awakening, in battles.” Art finished the opening of the book.

Zinjo kept his tone neutral and indifferent. "Is that why you came to the wedding?" Aurelia kept her mean words to herself and focused on Sojobo. "Yes, the first few ingredients are of the mortal realm, but since the shadow people exist in the beyond as well, we higher beings are the binding agents. Mine is Divine lightning." Sojobo's hands moved rapidly, and he chanted a small stormcloud appeared over the glass. Tiny bolts of lightning galvanized the runes. The glass had grown into a four-foot urn complete with a lid. Zinjo looked over at Aurelia, "I was not expecting it to be so big," He tapped it with a single finger, not a burn mark touched his hand.

> If this goes on I’ll lose for sure… The emperor and his knights… on top of that Lukretus and Canditia are also helping… I’ll go out of mana, if this keeps on…luckily she was on my range…