Shadow Sorcerer Novels & Stories

“I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.” Flicking her thumb, a midnight-black shadow appeared beside her, reflecting her height. She patted it before talking once again. “My shadow’s in level two and it’s a Scyrawing type, because I’m a weapon summoner.” The moment she said the word summon, a dagger flew in the air, which she caught by simply raising her hand. The presence of her shadow and her weapon has intimidated most of their circles that they ended up summoning their shadow, flickering different intensities of darkness.

"Not an ordinary witch, I can feel it. Am I right?" "Yes, I am a shadow witch," "Hmmm, your kind still exists?" "I am the last, I have no idea why," He looked at me as if contemplating something. "My name is Jingaro, keeper of this library. What is your shadow name and who are your parents?" "My shadow self calls herself Darcy and—" "Darcy? The strongest of all shadow spirits?" He asked with wide eyes. "Shadow witches are spirits?" Ann asked curiously. Darcy is the strongest?

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control. But I have to feed it, if I don’t, it wins out and .... well… It doesn’t come to that anymore since I have been able to live with it in a … in a legal way.” I looked at him, thinking about what he was saying. When I was fighting it really was the animal in me, and when I was into it, I wanted more. I needed more, my mind wouldn’t let me get away from it. I knew I could kill easily, and have no feelings about it. I knew in my heart that was the next step, that was my body and mind wanted. I craved that kind of control over someone, to hold their life in my hands.

Cazer’s hands curled into fists at his side as he asked the question of Selphir, “Is this true?” ‘It’s true that I knew the location of that wench for some time.’ Selphir confessed. However, not in his nature to be repetitive on the matter, he refused to confirm whether the reasons the Sorceress had stated for his insubordination were true. Souls able to reclaim their shadows after death to become whole again in order to move on to the next life, it was natural for a shadow like Selphir to fear the Moon Gate that housed the souls that were incapable of progressing on to another life. Yet, it did nothing to lessen Cazer’s frustration that the subterfuge had caused him to torture himself furth

He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs. The shadow then turned his ire towards Matthias, stabbing him in the chest with a poisoned knife. Matthias screamed in agony as the fire of the poison worked through his system, before falling to the ground next to Emma. As they both lay there dying from the venom in their system, the door burst open as Katana and Viktor entered with brutal force. Katana had faced such an evil shadow once before and knew exactly how to stop this evil with a silent magic spell. With each

"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."

Together, they carved a path through the sorcerer's forces, their movements fluid and precise, their hearts beating as one. But amidst the chaos of battle, a figure emerged from the shadows – the sorcerer himself, his eyes gleaming with malice as he unleashed a barrage of dark magic upon the battlefield. With each spell he cast, the ground trembled beneath their feet, the very air crackling with energy. With a cry of defiance, Kate charged forward, her sword raised high as she faced off against the sorcerer. "You will not win," she shouted, her voice filled with determination. "We will not let you destroy everything we hold dear."

I knew the loss of his son weighed on him, even if he refused to show it. I pressed on, desperate. "Just give me some money. I'll hire my own mercenaries, and I'll avenge him myself. It has nothing to do with the Western Kingdom. This is personal, and it won't count as breaking your treaty." "Hmph, you? You're nothing but a half-blooded bitch!" He looked at me with pure hatred. I roared in defiance, "I'll become the 'Shadows!' I'll grow stronger than anyone!" … In the end, Jackson agreed to my request. He summoned a sorcerer. Soon, the potion sat before me. I drank it, allowing the potion to slowly peel away at my skin, piece by piece. Eventually, I transformed into the 'Shadow,' a creature

I turned towards the Adam behind me frowning in his direction as I pointed at the guy before me, " Do you know him Sinister?" Sinister was not looking in my direction, but rather behind me. His orbs were on another level of darkness, and they looked dangerous.... Dead dangerous. His jaw was tight, and his neck muscles were popped up threateningly. From my blurry vision, I thought I could notice a slight furrow of his thick eyebrows, but I wasn't sure. He was still not looking at me, and at that, I turned back towards the man to see what he was doing . I gaped, wait….