Sorcerer Azur Novels & Stories

--But how will I be able to find it? “That power! So, you’ve finally recovered it now” I heard someone said in his mind, As I turned around, I saw a young boy floating in front of me. It’s a soul that’s neither alive nor dead. He’s looking at me with a smile and delighted. It made me pause for a moment. “Hi Azzie!” He said “Do you need any help?!” He asked, then looked me straight in the eyes. That made me smile. AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP

"We would have done the same thing though, and came here-" Except, it was Ezra who could make the portal between the worlds. If he'd been the one poisoned and cut off from his power, we never could have come here to get a cure. "We wouldn't have made it here." Poe nodded. "And, a Summoner's power is different from the other Necromancers. It grows and builds and must be released regularly. If that poison were to be used on any Reinhardt, it's a death sentence." I shivered, despite the jungle heat, realizing just how close Ezra had come to death.

"Zayn, let me go." "Alice, my love," Zayn lift his head as his eyes moist with tears. Just looking at him makes my heart hurt. "You can't go there. Merkoff, he is protected by a sorcerer." "Is he powerful?" "She...she is potent," he replies. "More than me?" I questioned his doubt that I couldn't take on a sorcerer since I have the blessing of a dragon. "My mate, I didn't mean it like that. I know you are powerful, but..." His grip around my wrist tightens.

I keep my voice just as low as his, but for the first time since starting this game, I genuinely feel scared. “It is an Ahuizotl. Otherwise known as the water dog. The Aztec legend spoke of a man who lured people to their deaths and transformed into a water dog to kill them. It is a crafty creature and one that is going to be difficult. Zane tried to convince me to use it, but I didn’t think it was an innovative idea. Although it isn’t impossible to defeat, it is extremely difficult. I thought about using it for the final boss, but Zane and I both agreed to use a Lycan.”

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Rico asked while Merlin was undressing my clothes. “I am a sorcerer. I was tasked by Aria, the goddess of the fox world to look for this person, Emir.” “Are you here to restore Emir’s memories?” “I hope so, yes. But I am just helping him out leading the right way. It does up to Emir if he’s soul would cooperate.” Draku handed to Rico the wooden bowl and slashed his palm with his claws. His blood dropped to the bowl. Merlin painted ancient symbols into my chest and forehead using Rico’s blood.

*** (Zach) ZACH BRANDON WAS overwhelmed by the sheer amount of creepy, odd information in his head. And then there was the proof, on her legs, long, angry burns and welts, dark, swollen and he could feel the pain from them. His heart had froze n at the sight – it must have hurt like hell. Hell was the right word, for that one, the sorcerer was the hell. When Aurorastarted the story first, he was just laughing to himself, but then when she showed the wounds, the claw marks on her neck – angry gashes that wouldn’t be something from your normal dog or cat – he believed. He believed her story.

It's not poison, it's magic. Atara looked at her closely. - Tell me what you see, girl. "It looks like black smoke or steam coming out of a keg," Deamara began to explain. “I saw something similar next to Larana. - Sorcery of the dark god, - Aznar disgustedly set aside the cup. “Looks like we’ll have to visit this merchant,” Bery remarked gloomily, “We’ll find out with what prayers he prepares his goods. -Too late.

he said, stoically. I stumbled back as I got back the control over my body and I instantly withdrew my finger from the dagger’s pointed end. “Alpha Ezra Xipher step forth and create the second soul pact with your bride,” the sorcerer said. This time, the eyes that forcefully locked with mine were deep blue. He had short, frivolously styled hair. A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes when he saw my tears. My body was under Ezra’s control. I was losing control, even over my tears.