Sorcerer Bloodlines Novels & Stories

“That is an Irwin child, Alpha - the Irwin child. I knew Markus, I knew what that monster looked like, and she’s just like him.” The alpha glanced back at me, his eyes narrowing, but I saw the way his pupils had dilated first. It didn’t matter who I was, I was still his mate. “Omari, my mate is to be taken to my suite. Immediately.” “B-But Alpha!” stuttered the other man with them. “She’s- she’s an Irwin! Her father is a traitor, scum of the earth.” “Yes,” Omari agreed. “He was a traitor to his previous pack, Alpha. Killed his beta. You can see why it might make me a bit uneasy to allow his daughter into the packhouse. Alpha, what if she is just the same? She-”

His blood spilled on the stone floor ignited with a dark fire. "With my last blood, I swear!" he cried, his voice reverberating through Siron's dream, filled with unbearable anguish and rage. "The male descendants of this treacherous bloodline shall feel my shadow forever! They will know the pain of being betrayed by those who should protect! Until one of us finds peace in blood or surrender!" The ritual ended in a burst of dark energy. Morat died, but his spirit did not leave. He transformed into something else, a vengeful spirit bound to that lineage forever.

“He bled for the name before Damon learned to speak it, he built up the shadowlands and gathered people to heal, he should have had the crown. Not Damon” “And if he tried to sell it?” Evelyn asked. “If he put a leash on the very people he claimed? If he caused pain to those he tried to save?” Soren’s lips thinned, the first crack in that even calm. “Then I’ll hear it from Damon’s mouth. Not from his mate.” “Then meet him,” she said. “Ask him with your own teeth bared.” “I intend to.” Soren’s grip flexed, then eased. Calculated again. “Three nights. Moonsblood Peak. He’ll come if he’s the man you claim. And if he doesn’t, the Abandoned will choose a future without him.”

“I wish to become the Supreme Sorcerer, Elder Magnus. I believe it is my birthright.” A deep frown etched itself onto Magnus’s wrinkled face. “You are young, Constantine,” he said, his tone as unyielding as stone. “The path to becoming the Supreme Sorcerer is not an easy one. It requires wisdom, power, and years of experience.” Constantine nodded, fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead. “I understand the gravity of my request, Elder Magnus. But I also carry the blood of the ancient sorcerers within me. It is a part of my lineage, my destiny.”

He cleared his throat and leaned forward on the couch, his hands entwined with one another and placed casually on his lap. “Now, it’s time you learned about your ancestry and how you came to be,” he told me. “As you know, there are three main sorcerer bloodlines. These three bloodlines are the most powerful in the world. They are broken down into three separate covens, each coven holds its own special abilities. The Amyrran coven specialized in potions, which included poisons and curses. The Sawol coven specialized in telepathy, and anything that has to do with the mind. The Wlanc coven, mine, specializes in prophecy. Most sorcerers tend only to have one major

It wasn't the insignia of any of the rival gangs Min had spent the last five years in the shadows crushing into submission. It was a snake, perfectly coiled in a circle, devouring its own tail. "Ouroboros," Min whispered. The word felt heavy on his tongue, ancient and foreboding. "I’ve never seen that mark on the street," Baek said, leaning in. "Is it a new player?" "No," Min said, his mind racing, connecting dots that he hadn't known existed. "It’s not new. It’s old. Very old." He looked around the container again.

that was a very exhausting combination. “Next time,” I said with a small smile, “I’ll argue with you first, then make the dangerous decisions.” “That is not comforting,” Calder muttered. Before my father could scold me again, a servant hurried over and bowed low. “My king,” he said quietly, “it’s… it’s about Melgaron.” My father stiffened at the name. Melgaron the Blood Binder. The sorcerer who hunted my family for generations.. the monster who claimed he would end the Lycana line with his own hands.

"I'll tell you what comes after what you just read." Sarah immediately nodded, then told Sorin the translation of the Romanian Cyrillic Alphabet that she had read. "At a time when mortals and blood drinkers alike soar the skies, and wars are fought with fire, a blood drinker's silver blood will unite with the blood of its origin and the blood of its sworn enemy-the shape-shifter's. A child of the red, silver, and earth blood shall be born.”

Of sigils that predated even the Interregnum’s first consolidation, scratched into stone with methods outlawed so thoroughly that most scholars pretended they had never existed. Blood sorcery. The kind that didn’t borrow power or channel it, but consumed it. Rewrote it. Cut threads instead of binding them. I pressed my fingers into the stone until it cracked. My father had always despised anything he couldn’t control through lineage or law. If he was aligning with rogue practitioners, it meant one thing. He was afraid. Afraid enough to dirty his hands with forces that answered to no throne, no council, no ancient name. Mother suspected a ritual already in motion. Not a single spell, not some

At the same time, a ring of blood seemed to appear around him, which immediately condensed and formed. The frightening pressure instantly stunned everyone. Sebastian was knowledgeable, and he was the first to react as he blurted out, "It's an innate sorcery!" Caspian was shocked. He turned to the alpha gopher and swiftly understood what Sebastian was talking about. Due to the blood inheritance, which might be innate or acquired after, certain monsters would showcase some sorceries and not only rely on physical combat. Even though these sorceries were not too powerful, it was more than enough to handle their opponents, which would mostly be in the lower realms.