Sorcerer Books Novels & Stories

*** Inside the bedroom, it was just the three of us. The sorcerer moved in complete silence. He set up a small table and began laying out strange artifacts—a silver dagger, a black candle, and several vials of thick liquid that smelled like death. He muttered under his breath, pacing in slow, steady circles, while Damon stood nearby, watching every movement. “Hmm…” the sorcerer muttered, causing Damon to raise a brow. “This is the weakest the spell has ever been. Something’s interfering.” I watched as Damon’s grip tightened.

His voice was low, calm, a whisper that scratched against my bones. “Don’t bother,” the man said. His eyes were sharp, his smile thin. “Your strength is bound. Your Alpha blood, your wolf… all of it is held down.” I froze. A sorcerer. I hadn’t seen one before, but I knew what they were. Dangerous. Ruthless. Men who twisted power into chains invisible and unbreakable.

He read every book he could find, trying to piece together the puzzle that was his memory. And then, one day, he found it. The book. It was an ancient tome, bound in black leather, just like in his dream. As he opened it, he felt a surge of power, like nothing he had ever experienced before. The symbols on the pages danced and shifted, and he knew that he had found what he had been looking for. The sorcerer. As Jack read through the book, he realized that he had once been an apprentice to the sorcerer. The sorcerer had been using dark magic for his own selfish desires, and Jack had been caught up in his schemes.

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.

- he started in a low and urgent tone of voice. I scrunched up my face, feeling an inexplicable foreboding. "What is it?" Aaron's stare focused on my eyes. "It's Ryker." My heart skipped a beat. Ryker, the vile sorcerer who had been attempting to subdue the kingdom for months. What did he have to do with anything? "What about Ryker?" I asked softly. Aaron's jaw clenched. "He's gotten his hands on the ancient spellbook. The one that holds the secrets of the Blood Moon Ritual."

Her eyes drifted to the heading at the top of the page. {The Chronicles of Sorcerers.} Curiosity replaced her relief. She began reading. The book spoke of an age long before the kingdoms of today. An age when sorcerers lived openly among dragons, wolves, and hybrids. Some wielded magic to heal the sick. Others used it to conquer entire nations. Many were celebrated. Many were feared. As Adriana continued turning the pages, one chapter heading immediately caught her attention. ~The Flame Witch.~ She frowned. The title stirred something deep inside her.

Sorah's POV. - “You really are a klutz, aren’t you?” I snap my head to my right and see her shake her head at me while holding a hand out. With light movements of her fingers, my body reacts and straightens into a proper stance. My eyes are dreadfully open wide as she begins to walk closer to me. Did she just use magic? Reading my puzzlement, she grins playfully and affirms, “Yup, I’m a Sorcerer. Your guess is right”.

And Soren could deliver not only confirmation that the Key existed, but her exact location, her abilities, her weaknesses, the name of the man whose bed she shared and whose mark she bore on her neck. If he played his cards right, he wouldn’t be a hired sorcerer anymore. He’d be the Vampire King’s personal advisor. Court sorcerer. With protection, resources, and a laboratory where no one would disturb him while he pursued the arts he had spent decades perfecting in filthy basements. The decision wasn’t hard. Soren stood, gathered his satchel, checked his vials, and pulled out a small jar filled with black insects the size of ants. Each carried a drop of condensed magical fire in its abdomen,

"We have been reading in the old books while you were gone. There are stories in there about vǫlur getting help from a thurse and stories of storms that made ships sink and fog that made warriors lose their way. I found nothing in our own scripts… and I didn't find anything about the dark one" "I remembered that the Malleus Maleficarum has some chapters about witches creating storms. But none of them had anything usable or true for that matter. I tried looking for something that fits with what Soleil told about the dark one, but it is like searching for a needle in a stack of hay in that book. So we still don't know what we are up against and what it has to do with Soleil". Gudrun looks up f

Sebastian began to explain why so many of these books were up here before he turned his attention to the book in the centre, as I looked closer, it was a book I too knew very well. “The Sorcerers Creed, it’s f-follows the story of a young m-man who is banished from his pack and forced to b-brave the world alone. But through t-those hardships, he learns of what g-great power he holds and saves the world.” I smiled recalling the many times that I would curl up into a ball at home and read the pages over and over again, from the shock which sat on Sebastian’s face due to me also knowing the story, I knew I would need to explain.