Sorcerer Azur Novels & Stories

But he already had a hunch on who it might be. The westermost of the Halen Empire, where the coast was located, was this island, which was once under the fallen Kingdom of Sora. And the aforementioned kingdom was the most devout follower of the ancient demonic beast Sora.Although Sora was an ancient demonic beast, his ability was special. He swallowed every being that did not acquiesce to Heaven's Will. It was said that all those that did great offense against the Heaven's Will were sent to Sora to be eaten. The fallen Kingdom of Sora was just here and there was a sealed creature in the underwater cave. And that sealed creature had an incomparable strength against anyone. Could it be...? Cou

Unfortunately, every time I look over, I see Sahara and Azazel talking intimately. That’s when realization settles in the pit of might stomach. Now I understand what Azazel meant about focusing on being a gladiator. It's obvious that he'd need someone like Sahara to help him. What use would he have with a poor maid’s daughter? Once again, Sahara wins. She has money, beauty, and connections—none of which I have.

It wasn't just a gaze; it was as if her eyes wielded a magical force, slowly entrancing him. Following Aakriti, this was the first instance where Ahil found himself unable to avert his gaze from a girl. Was she a sorceress, weaving a spell that bound him to her? He continued to gaze, his eyes unblinking, only to be jolted back to reality by the approaching honk of a car. Guiding her to the side of the road, Ahil in his characteristic arrogance, demanded, "Who are you, and what brings you to this desolate road at such a late hour?"

"But I didn't sense your aura. You hid it perfectly well." "Let her go now, Zora," Azreon commanded again as he walked towards the portal. "You let her go and I'll let you back into the under-realm peacefully." Zora sneered as she slowly shook her head. "I don't think that's happening, big brother," she said, her voice barely above a a whisper. Her smile faded and her jaws tightened as she looked down at the cloaked wizards. "Get him." The cloaked wizards left their chants and shifted their focus to Azreon. Their robes rustled as they moved in unison towards the healer, brandishing their staffs at him. A dark energy emanated from the rods and the air around Azreon cackled with lightning.

His presence was always unsettling, a constant reminder of the power he wielded; dark, ancient, and ruthless. He was no ordinary man. Marcus—no, not just Marcus. The sorcerer. The descendant of the annihilated Serpens Pack. The offspring of the twin who had outlived his people’s destruction and had clawed his way through centuries of vengeance, mastering dark magic in secrecy.

She smiled at him and her voice whispered in his head. [Breathe]. Xavier inhaled and felt the water flow through his nose like cool air. He blinked and turned towards Serena. [What happened?],he asked through telepathy. Serena was about to brief him on how he almost drowned when a sharp voice sliced through her mind. [TRAITOR!] The three of them turned and Serena gasped as Azbel swam towards them with three mermaids behind him. Azbel was the warrior lord of all the mermen. He had shown his dislike towards Serena from the moment she entered the castle and now he had an opportunity to kill her.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

The blow was so strong that half of Voilon's body shattered into small pieces. - Hadij ! * - the figure says in an unpleasant voice and calmly turned around towards the house. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ * Hadij (Arabic) - a baby The sorcerers finished weaving spells powerful purple balls flew towards the survivors, falling they scattered into smaller ones tearing everything in their path, the magic of human sorcerers has always been considered very powerful. The furies, together with Lasters and Baruz, were able, at the cost of several lives, to approach one of the sorcerers and cut it into pieces with red-hot blades, another

He's already a master and out of 10 grades with 10th as the highest, he's already at the 5th stage. Achlys Aphelion is a direct disciple of a prominent sorcerer in the Sky. Yes, directly from the Ruler's people. How bold this brother is? He's only 24 but he has the chance to go to the Sky if he succeeds to be a Celestial Sorcerer. He's a Sage sorcerer now. Which is on the 6th stage in my own words. I'm glad they have the same categorization of the class.

Mayari flatly replied, eyes still glued on the fire as she breath the cold winter breeze. Meanwhile, in a certain border of the curse forest, two troupes stood still at the entrance as they both converse, or more like argue. “They are long gone?” Helen parroted sternly, her blue eyes throwing daggers at the priestess. “I think you’re underestimating my children, Lady Yesenia.” “You’re Lady Helen Revinyr right? The Sorceress of Knowledge and Power.” Lady Yesenia asked through a stern glare. “Yes,” Helen answered, “but I appreciate if you just call me Ms. Helen.”