Sorcerer Rui Novels & Stories

“Hegi, I jest.” “Perhaps but I would not if I were you. I have been blind to the truth all my life but perhaps there is hope for an old man like me when you bring the kingdoms together. You command a dragon, you have the power to merge the nations as one again and until you do, I swear my loyalty to you.” Mare opened her mouth to speak and stopped when the sound of booted feet reached her ears. It was close. A few heartbeats later and silence reigned again.

we said almost in unison. Daran leaned back on the couch, narrowing his eyes as if choosing his words carefully. “Rael’s staff,” he finally said. “That staff holds countless curses. Rael is an ancient sorcerer who delights in meddling with people’s lives. If his staff affected you, he might be trying to reveal your true form—or what he believes you should be.” “But why me?” I asked. “I’m nobody. Why would he go to such lengths to curse me?”

Austin shouted at the man. But the man paid him no mind and was only looking ahead with a dazed expression. Austin followed his eyes to see what he was looking at. And there they were. Clad in war attires, a mixed of Merpeople and Naga people standing together with their queen in front with her royal attire, the royal trident in hand and her sword hanging on her side. They looked like something out of a comic book, something ordinary people would never believe existed. Austin was in awe. Wait! That was Nazima leading them, Austin rubbed his eyes twice to make sure and when he was sure it was Nazima. Austin fainted.

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

Adam quickly put on a pair of shorts, which seemed to be just laying around, and went to stand beside Drago. “We have the ability to cloak our appearances,” he explained, “And when father wanted someone to guard you, we decided I was the best one for the job, because I am not a doctor. Dad and Marcu seemed to think you would feel more comfortable around a pot-bellied surfer, so that is how I appeared before you,” He smiled, as if his explanation was completely ordinary. “W,wait,you guys are all brothers??” Madchen gestured to the other men, including Drago.

Her gaze unwavering and sharp. 'Let's see what she has got,' he thought darkly. His palm tingled as he unleashed his power. 'Ah, it feels good,' he thought contently as he attacked Erica out of the blue. He looked at her with satisfaction as she staggered back as the flames rose up in the air and swirls of dust and debris created a veil of fog. His lips tilted up. They did not fear him just like that. If Rosa was the Queen then he was the wielder of three Elements—fire, air and earth, a feat rarely achieved any other mage.

"I stole her mannerisms to slip into the real world. That's how it's done. Mimic, infiltrate." Devon nodded, stepping closer to me, his hand brushing my back possessively. I shrugged it off, but he just smirked. "You also need a powerful witch for the ritual. Chant an incantation the whole time you're there. If it breaks—any interruption—you get stuck. Die in seven days." I stared at the newcomers. "Who are these people?" Devon gestured casually. "The woman? Thelma. Our witch. Handles the spells, the crossings."

Team 1 – Buckstaff Bathhouse Ruins (Celeste & Remy) The second sorcerer is waiting in the old marble pool, water black as ink. He tries to drown me in reflections. I answer with thirty percent of the tongue and the word BREAK. His mask shatters. A ruby crown shard rips itself out of his chest and slams into my bloodstone. 16 / 47 → 19 / 47 Three pieces in one heartbeat. Team 2 – Hale Bathhouse Basement (Seras & Holly) Seras walks in as the Blazing Wukong.