Sorcerer Azur Novels & Stories

Well, not until she Azrael mentioned something. “She told me about the sorcerer of the west. I don’t know what she meant but I got the message of going to that sorcerer. The only problem is, I don’t know where to start.” It was clear that Azrael was lost but Lexi? No. She knows where the sorcerer of the west is. At first she did not believe Azrael but if it has something to do with the sorcerer, then it must be true. “I know where she is.” Lexi said

"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."

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

He smiled, but he gripped his sword harshly. "Well...hope is a good thing. And Azariel here agrees with me right?" Azariel only glared at me in response. "You are cunning Lucian. You think you can keep turning things your way." He seethed. I heard soft thump sounds, and masked assassins surrounded the shack. "I know your friend over here wouldn't let me face you the way I want, so I brought little company for him." Zurich smirked. An unseen force soon dragged Azariel out of the shack, leaving both of us. It seemed he was now a sorcerer.

Zen gritted out, his voice thick with hatred for his older brother. Aurileus smirked. "And who is stopping you?" He approached Zen, halting just short of him. He towered over Zen. "Kill me," he dared. "Do it now." Zen’s features tightened before waves of purple current erupted from his fingers. He hurled them at Aurielus, sending the man skidding backward. Aurileus retaliated with magic of his own. Sealed for centuries, his power surged with an intensity beyond control. The collision rang out with thunderous noise, warning others to keep their distance.

Persephone screamed, and Fatimah rushed to attack Alaric but he caught hold of her by the throat, lifting her from the ground with a fixed smile on his face. Blinking back the pain, I stared at the woman walking beside him and saw her hands making patterns in the air as she manipulated the elements. A sorcerer, or a demon of the dark art. That was why I had been distracted enough to miss the attack. The word dimmed as my blood seeped to the floor, thousands of stars exploding in my vision.

"What trickery is this?" Ethan's voice resonated with an otherworldly authority. "No sorcerer, this is not trickery. This is the true power of the pack that you have underestimated for far too long." With a swift motion, Ethan lunged at the sorcerer, his claws slashing through the air. The sorcerer's dark magic faltered against Ethan's golden aura, unable to withstand the force of his attack. Luna could hardly believe her eyes as Ethan overpowered the sorcerer, his movements fluid and precise.

The sorceress slunk back, seemingly displeased not to have provoked a more entertaining response from Cazer, she rasped again, “It is not for me to divulge the secrets of the other Gateways to mortals.” “It wouldn’t be for nothing.” Cazer replied. Not having entered into the dark sorceress’s lair unprepared, his prior research into the Guardian of the Night Gate had revealed themes of an insatiable lust for sacrificial offerings in order to appease her. Relying on this knowledge now as he sought to tempt her into disclosing information that only Gateway Guardians were privy to, it appeared that his strategy might succeed as she responded, “Intriguing, what would you offer me?” Unable to just

I was already shaking. And then I realized I was crying. I heard screams, loud screeches like as if, everything was happening again before my eyes. Oh my God... If.... Oh my The pain they must have all went through... My tears were still flowing uncontrollably, and I was shaking with the sorrow I felt at the moment. "And....?" "And nothing Azura.. at that moment you were gone and I went into sleep. That's what happens when we loose the one we are guarding, or they loose their magic. We die temporarily, till another magic being is born for us to bond with.

Her memories flash before me: fragments of her life, her fears, and deeper, darker corners she’s never shared. But as I dig further, something shocks me to my core. There’s a presence in her mind, something ancient and malevolent, not her wolf, but something else. Her beast stirs as I probe, and the realization hits me like a punch to the gut—Morana’s wolf has been cursed with a Meraloth. The Meraloth senses my presence, and with a violent surge, it ejects me from Morana’s mind. The backlash is physical, throwing me backward as her body jerks forward from the force.