Sorcerer Rui Novels & Stories

Not the Luca standing beside him—but an alternate, corrupted version, fused with the Master’s dark energy, eyes glowing crimson. The Master smiled. “Meet your true test, Saintwalker. Your bond… against itself.” Riven’s mind screamed, the storm’s fury matching the chaos within. Every heartbeat, every pulse, every ounce of energy coiled into a single, impossible choice: fight the corrupted Luca… or risk losing everything else.

“Sorcerer, your malevolent actions have brought suffering to our pack. We demand you leave our lands at once.” The figure chuckled darkly; the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Ah, the mighty Alpha Dominic and his band of misfits. How quaint,” the sorcerer drawled, their voice dripping with malice. Stepping out of the shadows, they revealed themselves to be a tall figure cloaked in intricate robes, their face obscured by a hood. “Weak creatures, you dare to challenge me?” the sorcerer sneered, their hands crackling with dark energy. “I am beyond your feeble understanding, and your defiance will only bring about your downfall.”

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

Dangerous men. The tension was thick—violence barely restrained. Jasmine felt the energy shift. Felt the weight of eyes on her. Felt the dominance in the air. But none of it compared to the presence of him. Jerald DeLuca. Pure Sicilian mafia royalty. He sat at the head of the table, his very posture exuding power. He wasn’t just a man—he was a force.

The air was thick with apprehension, every rustle in the underbrush sending ripples of tension through the group. "Here they come." Lucas’s voice cut through the heavy silence, his silver-blue eyes tracking the cloaked figure emerging from the woods. The sorcerer's robe seemed to absorb the morning light, casting their face in shadow. They stood before the group, an ancient tome cradled in their arms. "The ritual," they began, their voice a low hum that resonated with power, "is one of great risk and sacrifice."

“I didn’t expect to see you so soon. I hope you had a pleasant trip.” I smiled at her. Roxy had been orphaned during the war with Dark Abyss. Her father, a formidable sorcerer, had passed down his magical lineage to her. Known for her exceptional combat sorcery skills, she was among one of the top sorcerers in Yurene. “It was fine,” I said simply, and then I glanced out at the field of trainees. “How are things going?” “The trainees are quick learners,” she replied, and she ran her hand through her wavy black hair. “We’ve been working on mastering basic fighting sorceries. They’re doing great.”

Everyone chimed in unison. I glanced up and noticed General Rui at the armory. His physique strongly reminded me of General Cassius. Even though they were in entirely different fields, I couldn't help but compare the two in terms of their strength. General Cassius was a werewolf, so I assumed General Rui was a human. The former would undoubtedly be stronger than the latter, but perhaps there was some unique aspect to General Rui that set him apart, something that couldn't be easily found in just anyone.

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

He crouched in front of the lifeless body and placed his hand on him I could only stand and watch, stunned to complete silence. In less than two minutes, the man rose and looked at me with scared eyes. “It is the same type I detected in the bodies of the warriors.” He took a step back from me, his eyes wide. “She is a very dangerous sorceress.” “We should kill her!” Someone from the crowd yelled. “Yes!” More voices mixed and screamed. Someone pushed through the crowd and when he came into view, it was my dad. My mom rushed into his arms, collapsing against him.

My love for Archer, a truth I'd long denied, now surfaced with undeniable clarity. As Archer fights for his life, restlessness hounded my heart and I am praying for a miracle for Archer to heal quickly. The thought of losing Archer and never confessing the depth of my feelings was unbearable. Archer, the father of my child, cannot leave us in such silence. After the doctor and nurse left my room, I was determined to check on Archer, regardless of the consequences to myself. I managed to cast a protective spell over both the child and myself. Closing my eyes to perform the magic, I felt a surge of power reminiscent of the moment I discovered my dragon, Ryu. My body pulsated with a strength th