Sorcerer Table Novels & Stories

She found the sorceress waiting in her room, a faint, almost smug smile playing on her lips as Stephanie entered. "The items you requested," Stephanie said, holding herself steady. "They’re ready." The sorceress raised an eyebrow, a look of genuine surprise flitting across her face before it quickly disappeared. She nodded approvingly. "You have done well, Stephanie. A true testament to your dedication as a mother." She gestured to a small wooden table and pulled out a set of tarot cards, laying them out with practiced precision. She flipped over one, and a grim image stared up at them—a dark figure cloaked in shadow, holding a scythe.

“I only know two things for sure. YOU will be my Alpha. And something big is coming that I need to help you prepare for. So I do not see a point in waiting. I am mated to one of your pack members and will not be rejecting him and if I am to help you with things that are to come, the more time to prepare the better.” We could only gape at her for a second before Trajan managed to prompt a response, “This needs more explanation. Can you start with sorcerers versus other magic users? We don’t know much beyond witches and fae.” Tyko seemed to relax slightly now that we were engaging instead of just turning her down, “So you’ll have the basic understanding that witches and fae have to draw their

I muttered, as I picked up a bottle that had fallen from the table. I watched as she picked up a dagger, and dipped it into a purple mixture. “Stretch forth your hands.” I hissed a little, as the sharp blade of the dagger cut through my thumb. She lifted my thumb, and let the blood drop on the fork. The blood was immediately dried up as soon as it landed on the fork, and a hissing sound was heard as a purple smoke emmited from the fork. “It is indeed a sorcerer’s work.” She hummed as she stroked her jaw. “But I can't tell the grade of the sorcerer.” She sighed.

A moment later, after regaining their senses, they all scrambled to speak. "I know! The dark sorcerer's inside the sorcerer's tower in the forest to the west of the city!" "Yeah, yeah! Wait, there are dozens of savage beasts guarding the place!" "Let me speak! The dark sorcerer can summon ghost armies and rain down fire that destroys worlds!" "Most importantly, he drinks human blood! They say it enhances his magical power!" … The five of them spoke over one another, sharing everything they knew about the dark sorcerer. Walter and Willow were stunned.

The sorcerers fixed their gaze on me. It looks like they figured out that my strength is not enough to fight against this many opponents at the same time. They just need to bombard me with whatever attack to preoccupy me and their General will soon find the right timing to strike. To accomplish this, the sorcerers began to recite an incantation. "…" Their lips started to move quickly. "O striae tenebrarum! Attende cantilenam nostram, Quia in ipso aurorae periturus est!"

over to me and pulled me into his arms. Then he kissed me quickly before walking around the desk and sitting down. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow waiting for me to come and sit in his lap. I didn’t hesitate and went straight to him sitting in his lap and leaning against his muscular chest. Rod and Lynn walked over to stand by the bookshelves to our left away from the trio that they didn’t trust. I looked at Connie and noticed that she seemed frozen on the spot and glaring at the tallest sorcerer. I knew in that moment that my feelings about her mate were correct and that she had just found him. I didn’t want to make this meeting awkward so I suggested that we all introduce ourselves

“What is wrong with a witch in the covenant?” I asked Zephyr and Elm, completely oblivious to it. They took a glanced at each other. Something is definitely worrying the two of them. Zephyr sat down with me, and begin the whole explanation in order. “You already know about the sorcerer as a part of the mystic blood, right?” Said Zephyr and he even browse pictures for me, “This is what human believes in, but the truth, there are two types of sorcerer, the witch and the spell caster, witch deal with premonition, enchantment and potions, while the spell caster deal with spells.”

I asked in disbelief. “Yes,” said Nalia, opening a folder containing photos of a man I’d never seen before. “This is the dark sorcerer who accompanies Hall. He’s not just any man, and just as the sorceresses feared, he’s capable of causing irreparable harm. His spells are based on stealing energy, practicing dark arts, and sacrificing living beings, no matter who they are.” I felt nauseous. “What exactly does that mean?” Elijah asked. “We knew what might be happening.”

The girls flinch at every dead man that crashes into our shield. "He's still not happy with something," Vic grumbled. He paused expectantly as he watched the dalongh sorcerer next to the children's dome beat off the arms reaching out for him time after time with twisting lightning bolts. The dead were thrown away, but others immediately rose in their place. The sorcerer was not lucky - there was not a single corpse raised by his brothers next to him, except for that girl. But she was trampled almost immediately. The alignment of forces was too unequal in number.

“Does she… know?” Scarlet felt the room tilt. A door she hadn't known existed opened in her chest. “Do you need my help?” she asked before she could steady herself, words tripping out with equal parts fear and stubbornness. The sorcerer blinked slowly. For a terrifying heartbeat the milky-black of his pupils rolled, and his expression stretched into something not human. “Her meat is demanded,” he intoned, voice like dry leaves. Scarlet blinked. “Meat?” Her face must have turned foolish-white because Mira snorted behind her breath. “Grilled or smoked? I can do either,” Scarlet quipped stupidly, half-laughing because the alternative was to sink into the floor.