Sorcerer Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Kref, cut his hand again. Steaming thick blood dripped into the snow and the sorcerer began to read the waste plot. The apprentice threw off the casing, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, put his wrists under the mentor's knife. Three restless souls cannot be expelled with little blood. They will cling to the world of the living to the last. And if a weak Gift is in a sorcerer, then they will drink strength from him.

I grinned from chin to Chin. I skimmed the incantation until my eyes fell on one line. “To sever the power of the divine, a powerful sorcerer must perform the binding with intent unbroken.” A sorcerer. Not just any. A powerful one. Who would I possibly meet, I thought. My eyes, still fixed on those lines. Only one name came to mind. Zephyr! He was our pack sorcerer, a dangerous choice. Unpredictable. But desperate times called for risky allies.

The priestess’s smile deepened, like she admired the determination, but knew most people broke before the finish line. “Then you are ready for the bargain,” she said. The wind dropped. The ruins went silent. Olivia lifted her chin. “Name your terms.” The priestess raised her palm. Old symbols lit up around the platform. Faint blue lines, glowing like veins of light, formed a large circle. Magic hummed through the air, steady, cold, focused. “The bloodline can be ended,” the priestess said. “But bloodlines are not stories on paper. They are living structures. Systems. They do not simply disappear.” She stepped into the glowing circle. “To remove you from the line, we must push the line to col

And I was going to fail because of a locked door. Blood magic. The words echoed in my exhausted mind. I looked down at my hands. They were covered in deep, jagged lacerations from the razor-sharp ice. Valerius's ward was forged using necrotic blood magic—the magic of the dead, the magic of rot and stagnation. But my blood was not stagnant. Even with my magical aura suppressed, my DNA was still ancient. My veins still carried the genetic blueprint of the Royal Lycan Line. It was the absolute, biological antithesis of Valerius's

Garrett frowned, looking at Elowyn “Would that bastard go this far to try and kill us?” "What do you mean?" I blinked, confused. “Well… Spells, especially potions, can be potentiated when…” my mother swallowed hard “When you add blood to them. Especially your own. But that practice is forbidden. It goes against the gospel of the Goddess and is very dangerous. But, after what you described… I don’t doubt that this sorcerer used his own blood to cause what we saw today.” "A potion with his blood...?" I murmured, looking at my own hands.

Animal skin rugs covered the floor, and at the center was a wooden bed with my daughter lying lifelessly on it, covered in a woven blanket. My baby has been like this for two weeks now. And to make it worse, the ancient priest revealed that the only thing that can bring her back and set her free is innocent blood—blood from a monk’s lineage—and crystal blood directly from the moon goddess. Sadly, after a few days of searching and seeking the faces of the sorcerer, we were told that the only remaining descendants with that blood are Hazel and her mother’s younger brother. But sadly, the healer requires the blood of a lady, which means Hazel.

Lucien stated without consideration. “There is a ritual,” the sorcerer said slowly. “Old magic, very dangerous magic that's risky to carry out.” The sorcerer took a deep breath as he continued. “It can destroy any creature with hybrid blood, no matter how powerful they might be.” “But you have to be warned, if it is not performed with precision, the spell will turn on its caster, painfully, fatally, and more deadly.” Acheron, the sorcerer, warned. The warning hung thick in the air, a whispered curse meant to instill fear in him, but Lucien, being a man without fear, was not bothered.

“Well I’m a bastard, the evidence of my father’s infidelity and the only illegitimate son of the Drunsquille family.” “Who cares much about people’s legitimacy in our world?” She asked. “Sorcerers do.” He replied. “You should come to my realm one of these days, we consider ourselves a sophisticated bunch. The advancements in our realm cannot be considered with other realms like this one, we make the inhabitants of these realms look like Neanderthals. One thing you’ll learn about sorcerers, we are very particular about lineage. The purer the lineage, the more powerful the sorcerer. I’m like a wild card really, a rogue in their midst. Since the last portaler died, the last person any of my peo

“Even if I told you, it would be too late. The Abyss opens soon. His bloodline will pave the way—your walls, your borders, your kingdoms, all of it will crumble!” Althea winced as another pulse of black energy surged from him, trying to push her out of his mind but she held her ground. When she finally pulled back, the sorcerer’s chest heaved, his eyes bloodshot and wild. Yet the fear in them told her everything—he hadn’t expected her to pierce so deeply, hadn’t expected his secrets to be dragged into the open. Gavriel’s jaw clenched. He moved past her, stepping directly in front of the sorcerer. “You’ve already said enough,” he said in a voice that froze the air. “And for that, you will reg