Sorcerer Supreme Spider-man Novels & Stories

The truth is…she was hiding far away from the lake, barely able to keep standing… She sat down and laid her back to a tree as she started coughing out blood… I let out a sigh and thanked the day I became a Sorceress…either I wouldn’t have been able to cast that kind of spell on myself and would have probably been in the way to the imperial palace by now… A Sorceress with the dark and Abyss attribute… if not for this… I wouldn’t have been able to stand face to face against the Imperial knights accompanied by those priests and the mains… The technique I used supplies me with mana by magnifying its quantity… Before the battle started, I wr

The flames around them flicker wildly. The little prince cries louder. Stephen flinches with every sound. “Place him on the altar,” the sorcerer instructs. Marco steps forward. The makeshift stone altar is nothing more than an old rock, but the energy that radiates from it is dark, pulsing, almost alive. He lays the child down. The boy’s cries turn to screams. Stephen can’t breathe. Marco stands back, his eyes gleaming with triumph. The sorcerer begins to chant. Low guttural sounds. Words no mortal should hear.

His eyes rolled up into his head as a look of sheer ecstasy took over his face. Muttering the words I remembered from Kord in the street fight with Asta, I sucked all my power, and his, back into my body. Binding his power to mine, I made it impossible for him to escape my touch. My siphoning. The gods and goddesses who had just been standing around moved in, their hands raised, palms full of flaming magic. Never before had I felt like so much prey. Never before had I known I was such a predator. I lifted my other hand, met the gazes of all the ones I could see. "Anyone who comes near me is next. You had your chance to change your answers. To decide your futures. You declined. Step back or g

Susan Gowe,and her hand maiden Mardy, was riding towards the north city after getting a distress message from the singing owl, when they were apprehended by the messengers of the night possibly to halt their mission. Sarge, the leader of the three slain their driver and coachmen, pointed his bloody sword towards Susan,but the latter wasn't afraid of him. " My lady, it's almost dawn, I fear we will arrive late," Mardy whispered to Susan . " I know Mardy, but something seems off about this three , they are ordinary messengers yet I feel dark magic emitting from them" " My lady, are you trying to say that they were sent by—" " You know who , Mardy, only she can cast a dark spell this powerful,

I guess that something must be done please just think and try your best Tom Well, let's proceed to where he's been laid You can see something for yourself They went to where his father was laid, Cyrus saw his father, he couldn't believe that was him looking like a monster already and he just remembered what the wicked witch told him, he equally delivered the same message to Tom That sorcerer told me that my father won't be able to survive this poison and that nobody can destroy the great spear in his body He cried out as he was saying that I think that there might a solution somewhere which is very hard to figure out Please what is the solution just tell me

A smirk carved his chapped lips, imagining his triumph. "Their Alpha is stronger and more powerful than any other alpha" one countered. "No beast could withstand a sorcerer's power, no matter how strong they claimed to be. He destroyed my lair, I will have my revenge" he sneered, his eyes sharply staring at the darkness ahead of them. "How about the rumored elemental? Soon the prophecy will happen"

“You have been different from everyone since the moment of your birth!” “Prophesies foretold your birth and the stars boasted of your fate!” “You are the 7th meant to restore the unevenness of this world and bring back its balance!” “You are the bringer of bloodshed and the one whose status as Supreme was acknowledged by the Allverse!” “You are Mane Harbinger!” “How long are you going to continue sleeping?!” Zandor lost control of his emotions, going off in a saliva-spewing tirade that yielded no fruits. For the Supreme still slumbered quietly. Zandor took several deep breaths to calm himself, smiling bitterly at his loss of calm.

I haven't really become a demon you know. Drago: Hmph. I was thinking of leaving you to Lord Inveja. Of all demons I know, no other demons can best him when it comes to Space Manipulation Demon Arts. It's his secondary color after all and probably the only one apart from the Avereza Familia who can cast supreme spells with that color. Ban: Supreme Spells? Drago: Spell combination but mostly between intermediate spells or advance and intermediate spell. Combining two advanced spells needs more than one arch or higher demon class.

The man was stunned—blood-soaked, barefoot, shirtless, and bearing a flaming insignia on his neck—the mark of the Kingdom of Sarsul. “You’re not Atcandis. Who are you?” the man asked. “I don’t know my name,” the Prince replied, staring into the man’s eyes. The old man was speechless. The only vampire he knew who repeatedly came for the fruit was his friend, Supreme Atcandis. And this young man resembled him exactly. “Are you the Supreme’s son?” he asked.

He wanted the spell tightened and never broken, but for now, this would have to do. “Do it,” he said. The sorcerer dipped his finger into the mixture and began tracing dark symbols across my chest with my own blood. Each stroke burned like acid. He did the same on Damon’s arm. “Now,” the sorcerer whispered, pressing one palm over the ring and the other over Damon’s outstretched arm. “Let’s remind you who you truly belong to.” I felt fire race through my veins as the spell reforged itself, carving deeper than before. I collapsed to the floor, silently screaming as the magic rewrote itself into my very bones.