Sorcerer Table 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.”

The people responded in agreement. “Let us kill them all! No one of them shall live in this world! If we will let them live, we will die!” “This is urgent, so we should kill them by next week, to cleanse our society, of the devilish acts. We should shun all kinds of evils. The werewolves, who are half-dogs, are a product of the devil, they are only disguised as humans. They are not humans, but just look like us. I have a business trip this week, so it should be scheduled next week.” Lord Avide is holding a scroll with his schedules listed in it.

He could surmise that each of them was waiting for how he embarrassed himself to the crowd. No, the truth was, he already knew why they looked at him like that. Because the glowing energy surrounding him was of white color. It also means that he doesn't have mana. The most magician with mana was enveloped by green glow at level 1-10. Which then evolve into blue at level 11-20, purple at level 21-30, red at level 31-40 and gold at level 41-50 as the magician's level and the rank were to raise. As they level, their mana increases as well. But of course, every level gives a random number of attributes. It depends on their activities before they level up.

Oh sweet Abyss, you are not against me fooling around a little with those chimps right? Alright me! I should not slack off! I should already master those spells! Did I mention that my class is [Sorceress]? Its description says it’s the class of magic users that can use all kinds of magic without any kind of restriction or taboo. It’s in a way a class equal to higher than saint, after all saints can never use witchcraft or totem magic or example. But they can draw power from “belief” and “faith”… which is completely OP in a way!

The table was red in color, maybe to indicate the difficulty of handling the weapons. The ones placed on a yellow fabric were scythes of various designs and lengths, which were also accompanied with daggers, lengthy swords, and some metal chain that has a heavy, pointed iron on its edge. The table that was tinted with a blue hue was filled with sorcerer's items and talismans, which I would probably not be able to use as I don't have those types of powers that can manipulate magic at will. "These are all interesting," I whispered to myself. Although there was actually a certain weapon that caught my attention, and it was none other than the scarlet scythe on the yellow table.

His presence was always unsettling, a constant reminder of the power he wielded; dark, ancient, and ruthless. He was no ordinary man. Marcus—no, not just Marcus. The sorcerer. The descendant of the annihilated Serpens Pack. The offspring of the twin who had outlived his people’s destruction and had clawed his way through centuries of vengeance, mastering dark magic in secrecy.

Their real faces are old (thousands of years behind the eyes), but cracked like drought earth. Rowan stands behind me, arms crossed, galaxy eyes dimmed to a warning flicker. I walk the line slowly, bloodstone glowing like a judge’s gavel. Celeste (quiet, thirty percent steady): “Thirteen pieces left. You’re going to tell me where they are. Or I start taking memories instead of answers.” The first sorcerer (the one Mom zip-tied) spits blood. Sorcerer 1 (raspy): “You’ll never find them.

he stammered, his voice trembling. The dark sorcerer said nothing. His eyes—black pits of soulless void—locked onto the Chief Elder with the coldness of death itself. He raised one hand, fingers curling slowly. “No… no, please!” the Chief Elder begged, stumbling backward. “I—I did everything you asked! I—” His words turned into a strangled scream as his body arched unnaturally. He clawed at his chest, veins bulging in grotesque patterns, and his eyes rolled back. The sound of his agony was deafening as the sorcerer continued his slow, merciless gesture—draining him.

she looked between me, and the sorcerer who had now metamorphosed into a normal soldo body. “Am I interrupting something?” “Yes, you are! What do you want?” I yelled louder than intended.” She blinked as if in shock from my outburst. “I mean…” I started today, but the sorcerer's voice interrupted me. “No darling…not at all.” The sorcerer’s voice suddenly changed into something more….human. Celeste’s eyes narrowed in the way it usually does when I say something suspicious like my affection for her Celeste stepped farther into the room, her fingers tightening around the stack of parchment she carried. I could practically feel the sorcerer’s satisfaction radiating beside me, like a foul stench