Sorcerer Bloodlines Novels & Stories

"What sorcery is this, Weaver?" "This is not sorcery," Sama Arthur asserted, her voice deep and sonorous. "This is a bloodline. This is a heritage. This is a power you do not understand. This is the Omega Bloodsong. It is the song of my soul, and it has come to reclaim what is mine."

"You are right about blood enchantments not working with Lygion and Lockhart bloodlines. But there is a rare type of it that I'd thought had gone into extinction, because there is only one powerful dark witch bloodline that has the power to do that type of enchantment. And it's only a female with that bloodline that can perform the enchantment. They haven't had a female child in that bloodline since after the war. They are almost extinct themselves, so having someone who can produce this type of enchantment is almost impossible. But I'd witnessed the war and I'm still here, then maybe one had survived. But they'll have to get her blood, prepare the potion, then inject it, into her bloodstrea

The night itself seemed to recoil and then bow, as if some deeper hierarchy had just been rearranged and every lesser darkness knew it. Her blood was wrong. Not human. Not entirely. It burned across his tongue like molten honey—sweet, metallic, laced with something ancient, something he hadn’t tasted in centuries. Power. Pure, uncut power. Raw. Wild. Untamed. Not witch blood. Not demon blood. Not any mortal line. Something rarer. Something he’d thought died out long before her village existed. Old stories rose unbidden—of star-touched lineages culled at the dawn of the Pact, of bloodlines hidden in remote corners of the mortal world so the gods could sleep without challenge. He had dismissed

~ROTIP~ Eight years ago, I raided the devil’s den to search for the mystical scripture of the Dordon Wizard. The prophecy mentioned that the Dordon scripture contained instructions on how to break all evil magical powers. However, when I laid my hands on the book, I could not understand the language. It was written in some codes, strange names, and alphabets I had never seen in my life. I accidentally flipped to the last page of the scripture, then became able to read the short note attached at the ending. It said ‘Code of Sacred Bloods’ meaning that the codes could only be read by the sacred bloods; the bloodline of the pure soul mystical white sorceress who the prophecy called ‘The Lost Az

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

I scrunched my face up in disgust. "Oh, poor sweet soul! You will be gagging out a whole lot of blood when I'm done with you." He rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Not under my watch," Suzy screamed into the air and lept onto the warlock. I jumped on him and seize his hands in case he tries to attempt magic. Suzy began to whisper incantations and the warlock screamed in discomfort and turned ashen. He was covered in sweat so I'm guessing Suzy was boiling his blood till he combusted.

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

My hand stopped on a medical record tucked behind the cover of an old book. Sapphire Bloodworth was listed there, not as a victim of some tragedy or attack like the article said, but as a mother. She didn't just have one child. She had two. The first was a talented sorcerer who’d inherited the Bloodworth water element. But the second—whose father’s identity had been crudely scrubbed from the records—was listed as having a genetic anomaly. A hybrid. A werewolf-sorcerer. Just like Lulu.

His gaze is locked on her. “Go on,” he says. Emory draws in a breath. “There are six bloodlines. Three wolf. Three hunter. Each one connected to the survival — or destruction — of our world. You, Lucian. Malakar. And me — we’re the wolf bloodlines.” I feel Malakar stiffen beside me. I glance over at him, but his face remains calm. Controlled. “And the hunters?” Velara asks, voice sharp.

A coffin, sealed with runes and blood, cracked open with a groan. A figure stepped out, cloaked in tattered robes, hands skeletal but pulsing with magic. Their eyes burned red as lava, and they inhaled slowly, tasting the air. “Fools,” the voice hissed. “They think killing the bastard heir was the end.” The figure turned toward the wall, where ancient murals glowed faintly. The Silver Moon symbol was etched there. And beside it, another—a twisted version, corrupted by shadows. “I created this bloodline. I bound it with power… and I will reclaim it.”