Shadow Sorcerer Novels & Stories

Sebastian, ever the protector, positioned himself in front of them, prepared to face whatever lay ahead. The sorcerer emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with malice. "So, you have come to challenge me," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Do you really think you stand a chance against my power?" Luna's voice remained steady, her eyes locked with the sorcerer's. "We know the darkness you crave, but we also know the strength of love and the power of unity. We will not let you corrupt the Heartstone." With a wave of his hand, the sorcerer summoned an army of shadowy creatures, their forms shifting and contorting as they prepared to attack. Sebastian growled, his eyes blazing

added Verna. Shaan continued, "Just as we were realizing how powerful he had become, he turned on Alnoc and hunted Verna. He denounced the Guild of Sculptors to which I belong as destroyers of civilization, when it was he who destroyed Alnoc’s glorious buildings and our masterpieces. I led my Guild to resist Sukram and to save Verna, but Sukram had already become too powerful. Eventually, he was able to capture me and using the power that he had amassed, casted a powerful spell that turned me into stone."

“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

She laughed, “well I know him, and I know you … and you are one in the same. You are both completely self destructive all while believing you are in complete control. You both want to live in the shadows, and help people on the down low. You’re not a monster, and neither is my husband even though that’s what he might believe. Scott is in the CIA and is so much like you it scares me. You guys could be twins, or you could be father and son. Give us a chance, I’m not saying we’re perfect but … I understand you because I understand Scott. He can help you, he can help you channel that rage. He can help you manage the monster because … he has one of his own. I see him in you, and it doesn’t scare

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."