Sorcerer Azur Novels & Stories

His face was marred with a frown, but when his gaze fell on me, the expression morphed. He got out of the bed “Ah, my doppelganger is here. Would have been nice of you to not barge in my room, though.” He smiled. His eyes were twinkling with malicious mischief. He was enjoying this. He was trying to rile me up, and it was working. But Azriel knew better. ‘He is an alpha wolf, but his aura is slightly more than that,’ Rowan said. I agreed to that because I could feel the same. Undoubtedly this wolf was being given some kind of medicine that would make him stronger.

She snarls in a promising tone as the color of her eyes resemble black ink. “I look forward to it,” chuckling as he walks back to me, he leans over my body and presses his clawed finger on the top of my forehead, “with thisss mark, you will belong to the Ssscourage for all eternity.” He mutters as he pierces my skin and begins to carve out his mark on my flesh. I writher and scream as my blood suddenly begins to feel like it is on fire. Arching my back off the table, my eyes snap open with a blazing white light that blinds me, and I feel my soul depart my body.

Her mind was foggy a lot. "Are you up, kid?" she heard an eerie voice that made her tremble. Looking up she noticed a skeleton with human eyes was walking towards her dressed in luxury clothing. 'So, this is Azazel Laroch,' She thought. She heard the tales about him on how greedy he was. How mirthful he was. He was the reason behind the death of Zaros's older sister and the reason for the hell that Lenora went through. Not to mention he was an undead creature who practices dark magic. Adira knew she needs to tread carefully.

AVA’s POV I shook my head and pinched myself hard on the cheeks. Am I dreaming? Is my mate really a half-witch? Well, kind of like a sorcerer because women are called witches. But what the hell? How? “Incredible,” the white-haired sorcerer whispered in disbelief as he stared curiously at Hunter. “You will not touch her,” he warned and growled menacingly. The sorcerer, who I believe is named Zane, tilted his head and looked rather cold and furious. The sparkle in his eyes that hinted his curiosity was no longer there.

" You know who , Mardy, only she can cast a dark spell this powerful, She must have read the stars, the white sorceress awakening is at hand so she sent her minions to intercept us" "And my magic isn't working on them" She broke it to Mardy,who now has the look of horror visible on her face. " I'm afraid we have to use combat Mardy, it's nothing we can't handle." " But,my Lady, it's three against two and none of us can wield a sword not that we have any" " Enough of the whisperings Seer!Your journey ends here–" he was interrupted when a dagger flew past him and drove into the heart of one of them who turned into dust after coming in contact with the silver dagger.

And the one next to it was also a winged creature but with the chest and head of a woman, the Sirin. The Sorcerer Czar had imprisoned almost all kinds of mythical beings. Why did he do that? Are they his slaves? Ruslan thought. Some of them looked at him, and their eyes were pinpoints of light: gold, silver, blue, red, and emerald green. The ones closest to him crept the bars of their cages, trying to have a closer look at him. Others looked even humanoid, but very small, barely the size of his palm. A few had tiny wings, which glittered in red, green, and blue. There were also creatures that resembled human women but with skin the color of moss and lips like purple wine.

She fought with the focused intensity of a predator, each strike precise and deadly. One by one, the elite sorcerers fell, their bodies collapsing amidst the swirling arcane energy. The air itself seemed to sigh in relief as the last sorcerers were vanquished. The chamber was filled with the scent of ozone, the lingering aftereffects of the devastating magical clash. Only Lyra, Ronan, and her team remained, their breathing ragged, their bodies bruised, but their spirits unbroken. They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously.

Or, ask them to help if they knew how to control powers. This new world was stuck in her brain for days. She can't help to compare it to Earth. She sighed and then pointed her blade at some tree. She slices it in half. She noticed Azaroz cloning the sliced trees as she cut them down. That guy from the last time, which happened a month ago, had stuck in her head. Azaroz had been guarding her for days, due to this guy. Azaroz is a wizard that specializes in Octoplasm, which helps him multiple or make copies of something. He is kind of a jerky wizard that has no respect for Hawking. But when it comes to his mates getting attacked by someone, he'll make a move for sure.

“Magic is the last thing you ought to be associating yourself with. Sorcerers aren’t what they seem like. They act like they are helping you, but deep down you’re just another phase in their plan—” Azael cuts me off. “I’d love to take your lectures, but my time here is limited, so save the scolding till I’m born, father.” He tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips like he was enjoying this made me uncomfortable. “In my time, sorcerers can be trusted. Magic doesn’t hide in the shadows anymore. It is everywhere. Used not only for war, but for healing, for finding lost things. Even for walking into unconscious minds of the past just like I’m doing now. I’ve waited years for you to fall unc

MEETING AND UNCEALING THE POWER OF MONTARO We were already four moving together and got to a place that has no route anymore. Sorcerer tried to move back and we should go back to where we werw coming from but a rock fell and blocked us all there. The sorcerer holding his stalf, Looked up and then withhold his stalf with his two hands. He moved the stalf up and was about to hit it hard on the ground. While bringing it down he casted the spell, "SENTRA SENTRUMM!!!!". The ground started breaking, it breaking commenced like something tearing and later expanded to a part further more.