Shadow Sorcerer Novels & Stories

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….

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.

I pushed my own Luna light into the humming resonance, acting as a conductor for their raw, untapped power. A shockwave of pure, white brilliance exploded from the center of the room. The sorcerer was thrown back, his grip on Leo snapping as if he had been struck by lightning. He hit the wall with a sickening thud, the shadow-magic he had been wielding turning on him, consuming his fine silk clothes in a wreath of gray ash. Killian fell to the floor, the vines dissolving into smoke. He was on his feet in a second, his claws finding the sorcerer’s heart before the man could even draw breath to cast another spell.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

The crack of bone rang clear even over the chaos. He howled in agony before her blade found his throat, silencing him forever. Even as my chest burned with admiration, I felt a familiar sensation on my skin. A warning. I turned just in time to see them—the Moonshadow Shaman. A figure cloaked in flowing black robes. The person’s face was obscured by a dark hood. Their hands moved in practiced motions, tracing symbols into the air. I felt it instantly—the pull, the attempt to twist my senses, to fade my strength. It was the same sorcery that had stripped my scent away once before. I felt anger in my veins.

The energy flux provided a brief moment of vulnerability, and Harley seized the opportunity to channel a powerful burst of energy into the weak spot. The barrier trembled and flickered, the dark energy weakening. The Shadow Weaver’s expression twisted in anger as they realized their protective shield was faltering. With a final, desperate effort, the sorcerer unleashed a wave of dark magic in a bid to regain control. Marinetta, sensing the sorcerer’s desperation, intensified her attacks. Her energy surged, each strike aimed at disrupting the flow of dark magic. The clash between light and shadow created a mesmerizing display of power, the forest illuminated by bursts of energy.

This wasn't an Alpha core. "Duncan, watch out!" Amora screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking with absolute terror as she tried to break through the line of enforcers. "He’s not just fighting! He’s using Shadow Magic!" The realization hit her like a physical blow. Shadow Magic, the long, forbidden art that had been banned by the High Council three centuries ago. It was a dark, soul-consuming sorcery that bypassed a shifter’s physical defenses entirely. It didn't just break bones. It crawled into a wolf’s core, rotting their spiritual energy and killing an Alpha instantly with a single touch.

He turned to the rest of the warriors, some of them had already hoisted the body of their fellow warriors and were taking them away for their burial rites. Damon addressed them. “There is a sorcerer in our pack! One who dared and had fearlessly infiltrated the Dark Moon pack with plans of her own, she has killed three of our warriors today and is capable of much more. I want her found at all costs, you will do an intense house-to-house search of the town and find her! I do not care if you bring her dead or alive but no sorcerer should have the audacity to live amongst us! Do you understand?” His thunderous tone asked.