Sorcerer Rui Novels & Stories

"Your mastery over elemental magic and your unwavering loyalty make you an ideal candidate. Will you join this quest?" Felicity, standing tall and resolute, stepped forward. "I will, Supreme Sorcerer. I shall serve our coven with all my power." Constantine nodded, then turned her gaze to Freya, a witch known for her unparalleled knowledge of ancient spells. "Freya, your expertise in ancient magic is unmatched. Will you lend your talents to this mission?" Freya, her expression one of fierce determination, stepped forward to join Felicity. "I pledge my abilities to our cause, Supreme Sorcerer."

Arthur shrugged. "Seriously you want to send my mate on a mission to bust out and then travel here with a rogue we barely know?" Ben growled as Arthur smiled. "Rori is a badass and could destroy that rogue in two seconds flat and Sage is very powerful witch and believe me you want her on your side if we face off with the collector." Arthur responded as I rolled my eyes. "Great so now I'm instructing my sister to break out a rogue this could not get any better." I placed my head in my hands.

If only he had listened-run, the witch wouldn’t have seen him. “Let her go!” Riyin yelled at the dark creature cloaked in black smoke. His father was slumped on a chair, unconscious. The purple smoke inched its way up, like a snake, from the dark witch to his mother, creeping upward like a stray vine, sliding against her chest, sneaking behind her, and reappearing against her throat. It coiled up and his mother began to choke. Riyin charged towards the witch but ran right through the smoke and reappeared by the other side of the room. His mother was making choking noises and when he looked up in horror, her face had lost its color.

Was she running late? “Something happens?” Hunter got out of the car and came to my door. I wouldn’t move until I saw Primrose. My friend was always a prop, too. To the point that it became a joke. Has she gotten sick? Yes, maybe that was it. “Primrose?” I asked for it. Hunter began to sniff the air surreptitiously. “No, she’s not here,” he replied, frowning. Sienna… What? “There he is.” I followed the direction my wolf pointed to me. And yes, there was the witcher. Yule Cairo Ruiz, the sorcerer who made human sacrifices.

Then she began to speak in Russian, and Rurik translated. "The Magician is the past, the cunning master of all he surveys." The card showed a magician in a warrior's pose, a sword in his hand, with roses and lilies all around his feet. His tunic was white with red robes, and he wore a belt that was made of an ouroboros, a snake eating its own tail. The old woman's brown eyes flashed on the serpent ring that Rurik wore. It had a green jewel in its single eye, and its mouth was consuming its own tail. The ring was stunning, and Charlotte wondered how she hadn't noticed it before. Of course, she'd been distracted by the rest of Rurik most of the time. The woman reached out and touched the serpe

Someone like a knight in shining armor. Bob and the others were shocked at the sudden turn of events. Yman was about to succeed but how come his resonance with his deity suddenly canceled?! They anxiously looked at the instructors. Even if Bob, Chloe, and Mai would rescue him, they definitely won't succeed because they were lacking in strength. Both of them have average scores on the evaluation exam. It means that their magic and strength were not strong enough to easily kill one of those monsters that were rank C.

Annabelle “These are all the documents?” I ask before grabbing the large envelope from the forger. I watch his beady eyes scan me as I open it and examine each one to make sure he isn’t trying to deceive me, but the crook is telling the truth. I sigh in relief. Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need.

‘I am supported by higher realms. Indeed, she is. His eyes fell on the dirt that seemed closer to him than she was, wanting so desperately to scream in frustration, yet even opening his mouth is a function stolen from him. “Soren Sterling Stuart—strongest mage on the Wizards’ Tower, Lord of the House of Sorcery, husband of Clara Mair, and traitor of the realms,” she spoke, “that is not as honorable of a title to add, is it not?”

My mouth turned dry at the sight of the sharp blades. “Princess Xanthea Virgo and Alpha Raven Xipher, I will request you to stab your ring fingers at the ends of the pact dagger,” the sorcerer said. The handle in the middle of the pact dagger had a huge gem that looked as if glowing blood was constantly flowing in it. I stepped back, curling my fingers into fists. Raven held my gaze, and my body stiffened. My body wasn’t under my control. I involuntarily stepped closer to the pact dagger and stabbed my ring finger at one edge of the dagger while Raven stabbed his ring finger at the other end.