Sorcerer Supreme Spider-man Novels & Stories

Magic bled out of it in green smoke… it couldn’t run anymore. I shifted back to half-form and stood over it, panting, bloodied, still shaking from adrenaline. “What are you?” I growled. It chuckled bitterly. “A deal… is a deal.” It coughed again, black ichor seeping from its ribs. “My name is Sorren. I was once a sorcerer, rRuler of a ring in the magic circle right here in this region. But immortality… it seduced me, twisted my very nature. I altered my body, my soul, until all that remained was this…” its eyes flickered down to its body, “...a creature of immense power and no life.”

Aunt Marilla drawls as she sinks onto the sofa, her tone almost bored. “And why is Specter still here? This feels like a family affair. He isn’t family. Your family is not my family, Alister.” “Sit down, Aminda.” Marilla’s voice sharpens. “Your ascension is next week. My powers are fading. The mantle of Witch Supreme seeks a new bearer.” A thrill flares in my chest. “Then I’m ready whenever you are, Aunt.” “Not so fast, Bunny,” Alister interjects, smug. “Your entanglement with the werewolf complicates things. You must ensure he stays away—forever.”

It was the sorcerer, his eyes gleaming with a mix of madness and raw power. "You dare challenge me?" the sorcerer sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Your feeble attempts to restore balance shall be crushed under the weight of my supremacy." Malachi stepped forward, his voice steady. "We stand not as individuals, but as a collective force. The power of unity is far greater than any individual's greed." I could feel the energy crackling around us as the battle commenced. Spells clashed, creating explosions of light and darkness that illuminated the chamber. The sorcerer wielded his power with a twisted mastery, his spells unleashing devastating forces upon us.

I was mad at myself for falling asleep at such a time and in a place I didn't know, even though I felt like I knew it. "Where am I, I want to go home," I began shouting. "Hello Junior, there's no need to panic." It was the three-eyed guy, only that time he was wearing a white robe with a mask. He had a very deep voice. "I don't know if you remember me, but of course you shouldn't." I just stared at him, unable to say anything.

My parents, I have to meet them at least before I leave this world. "Joseph. You will regret capturing me. Why? Because just as you suspected, I am an omega sorcerer. You know that yourself, don't you? Sorcerers have the power to kill humans in an instant." My threat didn't affect Joseph, who had already lost his sanity. Instead of feeling pressured, he smiled widely with eyes radiating wickedness. As if he felt challenged by my words.

His eyes gleamed with a mix of malice and satisfaction as he beheld the triad. "You have come far, Moon Goddess Descendant," the sorcerer sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But your journey ends here. I will harness the power of these artifacts and reshape the supernatural world according to my desires." Andrea, Jax, and Rachel stood tall, their resolve unshaken. They knew that the sorcerer's defeat was not only crucial for the safety of their community but also for the fulfillment of Andrea's destiny. With a shared nod, they unleashed their combined strength, each tapping into their unique abilities to counter the sorcerer's dark magic.

“It was always so simple, Sagarus,” Lucifer said to The Tormentor, “I had finally managed to have a chance to screw my father and take everything from him. I got him to accept the bet, I got him to put his entire power and control on the line and just when I was about to grab on to it, it slips away as it always has because, as it turns out, there’s another supreme being that’s just so conveniently been thrown into the mix and also wants the power for himself,” He vented.

His breaths stopped when he found the bright golden eyes looking at him. Starvos took the chance to eliminate the rest of the sorcerers and helped by the other werewolves, the fight was on their side as the sorcerers were much weaker in physical fight. Dominic smiled widely seeing how easy it was to defeat the sorcerers while the mercenaries on the fist line was still weaker compared to the werewolves whose body was much more enhance with their relation to the wolves. “Little fucker,” cursed the leader of the mercenary as he pushed himself from the rubbles of the broken doors, kicking it away from his body. He jumped to stand up, doing a flip as he does so.

The black snake let out a long enraged hiss and lunged at the annoying scoundrel of a sorcerer. But, before he could get to Phoenix, the latter pressed his palms together and four replicas suddenly materialized. They, with solemn faces, launched spheres of black mist at the black snake, causing it to cease its charge and focus on dodging rather. The other snakes were shocked. High-level sorcerer! "Darling, come back. Let's give him what he wants. He can take our treasures," the pink snake called out to her spouse in distress.

His bottom lip was fuller than the upper lip--very kissable. But of all these features, the one thing she found striking was his eyes. They were of the deepest maroon, almost black without the light of the sun. And the glow behind each eye was unmistakable. He was a sorcerer. Unmistakeably so. She had met males in Sasha's hideout. They were usually beautiful and lean, just like the women, but this man was positively different. He wasn't lean. He was well built with years of training evident all over him--if the hard muscles about his bare chest and arms were any indication. Each arm was big enough to smash her skull, if he so wished it--and he looked like he was ready to do just that.