Sorcerer Rui Novels & Stories

I need to be his personal healer when he will be commanding the expedition with the knights and ninja warriors. It happens every year, the army is preparing for an expedition of 3 months to the magic that is around the world. Magic's belongs to Porto, which is in the north. The north isn't owned by anyone so we can freely take it greedily, Rosla is the country where's magic is needed the most, if there isn't any magic in Rosla, the magical physician can't heal or perform treatments. "I can't be your personal healer, it should be Raphael!" I said, standing up abruptly.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

I can see broken people everywhere. Rue lights a black pillar candle, then closes her eyes. She cups her hands around the candle and whispers to herself for several moments as I finish my breakfast. Then she marks a sigil in the air over the candle, and black, smoky magic whips like a lasso around the wax. Seeing it makes me miss Sable, my best friend Ridge’s mate. She’s a hybrid shifter and witch, and she became like a little sister to me in the months before I left my pack lands. I haven’t spoken to either of them in more than two years.

I take his hand, knowing that I just make a deal with the devil. "Wise, very wise." Ragnar opens my palm. With one fluid motion, the knife slashes across my wrist. I yelp in pain, trying to pull away from him, but his grip is too tight. "What the hell are you doing!" His claws sharpen and he nicks the front of his hand, lacing our fingers together, muttering incantations under his breath. His eyes meet mine, a triumphant smirk on his face. "Making sure that you won't betray me."

“Do it right outside the door. I want the mating chamber silent. Holy. She and I will be the only ones inside when the gods arrive.” The chamber thinned. One by one, the sorcerer and his men bowed and disappeared through the heavy iron door, dragging ritual tools and whispering prayers with them. Then the door clicked shut. It was just me and him. The chains clinked as I shifted—ready to fight, to bite, to kill if I had to. But Raul didn’t charge. He didn’t rush. He stalked. Like a lion circling a bleeding deer, savoring every heartbeat.

I came to a standstill in the middle of the jungle. “I’m aware that you have no recollection of us, Reina. I continue to believe you are not prepared to meet Alaric. You have no recollection of yourself. You have no idea who you are, but I will never say no to meeting your mate. Prior to meeting Alaric, I want you to understand that he is a wolf, but of a distinct kind. He is terrifying. Kindly refrain from running. He will never cause you harm. He loves you more than he loves life.” She nodded and grinned. I removed my t-shirt. I grinned as I peered into her eyes.

“Woah, they are evil! Right, Royu?” “Shut it, Esca!” Royu controls the thunderous lightning and Esca wields the element of water that can freeze her opponents in ice. They run havoc in the right side of the battle field conquering the enemies with no single life remains. While, in the middle of the battlefield, Conri rages in insanity, running wild breaking every bone of his foe… “You’re as mad as ever, Con.” “Rai…”Conri smirks at the maiden behind him. It was Risse, a beast tamer. She can tame anyone just by letting them look at her tantalizing purple eyes.

The people responded in agreement. “Let us kill them all! No one of them shall live in this world! If we will let them live, we will die!” “This is urgent, so we should kill them by next week, to cleanse our society, of the devilish acts. We should shun all kinds of evils. The werewolves, who are half-dogs, are a product of the devil, they are only disguised as humans. They are not humans, but just look like us. I have a business trip this week, so it should be scheduled next week.” Lord Avide is holding a scroll with his schedules listed in it.

And each rune lighted up one after the other after the drop of the teardrop had passed on it. As he stared in astonishment at the spectacle with a frown, an elderly woman's voice snapped him out of his reverie. — What are you doing on these lands, my boy? Have you lost your way? Ragnar turned back to where the voice astonished him was coming from. He couldn't respond instantly, still being captivated by the spectacle of the teardrop. He turned his head just for the time of a wink and as soon as he realized she was just an old lady, his eyes instinctively returned to the runes he traced, but they had disappeared as if by magic. Ragnar stood up and hurriedly walked over to meet the old lady.