Sorcerer Books Novels & Stories

Seraphina called out, disappearing into a sea of red robes with her own stack of introductory texts for Celestial Magic & Angelology. I was left alone to contend with an absurd volume of literature. As a student majoring in High Sorcery & Spellcraft within the Faculty of Arcane Arts & Mysticism, my required reading list was massive. I moved through the crowded hall, my vision partially obscured by a towering stack of leather-bound grimoires for Intro to High Sorcery and the thick, pungent volumes required for Potion Alchemy I: Herbs, Oils & Blood Roots. I was balancing the precarious heap with a concentration that rivaled a high-level spell, navigating the slick marble floors in my purple an

Once again the students looked at the vice leaders and made some guesses about whose Master represented this sigil. The person who stepped forward is the woman who is wearing a red slit tight dress. She seductively walked in front of the stage wearing a mischievous smile. “I am Alexa Monroe house master of Bake-kujira home for the witches and warlocks, bringer of Curse. My dear Old man Adam forgot to mention that each house has a different meaning to its sigils. For the witches and warlocks, our sigil will forever be etched in our bodies and soul. You will carry the next generation of leaders.” Vice leader Alexa introduces the first recruit and went back beside the other masters.

I stood with my feet planted firmly apart and my arms raised to the sky as I read my spell in a soft, firm tone, “Tóg dom as an áit seo do bhaile, a chur chugam díreach ná a dhéanamh dom roam. Cheilt dom ó gach súl draíochta, dom a chosaint ó bhannaí ina gceangal mar sin iad siúd perusing dom dall.” The ground trembled beneath my feet and my surroundings swirled around me with such speed I wasn’t able to identify anything. I was caught in a whirlwind of energy for so long I became nauseous. My muscles trembled and jolted as I fell to my knees. I was dizzy and disoriented. Panic took over. I was so new at doing magic. Had I done the spell incorrectly? Was I going to die in this funnel of ene

Inside, the air felt colder. Thicker. Like every book here breathed a little on its own. Some were chained shut with silver locks. Some had covers made from materials I didn’t want to guess at—scales, bone, darkened velvet. Alaric reached for one specific volume. Thick. Heavy. Black leather with a sigil embossed on the front: a circle surrounding a cracked mirror. “This,” he said quietly, “is the kingdom’s only known complete record on necromancy.”

"I have a theory." Draco said as he flipped the pages of the old book. It was called the book of supernaturals. A small leather bound book that had information on every recorded supernatural. Gabriel had called Draco the minute he left Elliot who had been thoroughly confused by his request. Draco had come over quickly and Gabriel ushered him into his study and locked the door behind them. It was still early, too early for Lori to wake up so he knew they had a few more minutes to themselves before she woke up.

Valerie asked the wizard. “The book of the gods was written by Xermes; the great magical philosopher. He wanted mortals to understand the divine nature of the gods and how they work. When he wrote the book, the gods were angry with him and struck him dead at that moment he finished the last piece of the work. His son at that time, had gotten hold of the information but didn’t understand it for it was written in the language of the gods which Xermes himself had studied while he was in the world between world. It was reported that Xermes happened to be the first sorcerer to have contacted the higher realms and also Loki was the one who thought him the various language of the gods” Crane finish

"Charmy, I need your help. Check these books for me and look for any information regarding the sorceress named Delicia or a sorceress that made their name in Apothecary class, 20 years ago." After giving her instruction, Audrey placed another pile of books in front of Cha rmy. Just like before, another cloud of dust raised from the cover of the books as soon as it landed on the table. Charmy tried her best to flap her cute tiny wings to fan the dust away from her. "You're joking right???? Do you honestly expect me to read books??!!!" The baby snow dragon asked in her usual brat-like tone. "Yes, you heard me right. And don't think about slacking because we still have a lot of books to check.

"He might be trying to create a new spell. Spells are powerful, like summoning the spirit of nature to hear your words and abide it. Yet, some are too strong and evil that it is forbidden use." "Dark sorcery are deadly but those who control it are deemed to be supreme. You have the right to be scared of them. We suspect that their reiko came from something out of this dimension," he explained. "Like who?" I asked, though in my mind I already have an answer. "Like Olga." And there was another silence until he stood up. "You still have a class," he mentioned. Ah yes! Pierre told me to do the final creation of four elements. He seemed confident that I could create the balls of element simultan

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.