Sorcerer Weekly Novels & Stories

Pushing himself from the chair he pushed the empty liquor bottles from the cupboard, letting it to fall and break miserably. “How is the men my uncle send for him?” The sorcerer pulled up his hand before him and a light began to appear in a dark circular form. Inside he saw vision of what occurring in the fog forest and reported at once, “Seems like the fight will be won by him again in a landslide and to add, your men is atrocious at fighting.” “That I know. Everyone who follows my uncle’s orders blindly are either those who wants money or if their mother had birthed them without a brain,” Shawn then scoffed, “Main point is have you find the opportunity?”

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

She asked with mock tenderness. Alpha jolted like he was familiar with the question and knew the answer but wasn’t prepared to give it. His look flicked to me and then to the Ambbuttador who was watching with rapt attention, before he forced himself to smile. “Personally, I’m an Aries who loves the band Franz Ferdinand and rebelling.” He raised his eyebrow. “What are sorcereses?”

"Your mastery over elemental magic and your unwavering loyalty make you an ideal candidate. Will you join this quest?" Felicity, standing tall and resolute, stepped forward. "I will, Supreme Sorcerer. I shall serve our coven with all my power." Constantine nodded, then turned her gaze to Freya, a witch known for her unparalleled knowledge of ancient spells. "Freya, your expertise in ancient magic is unmatched. Will you lend your talents to this mission?" Freya, her expression one of fierce determination, stepped forward to join Felicity. "I pledge my abilities to our cause, Supreme Sorcerer."

He held my hand as I looked in his eyes. “I know… they eventually will, though I’ve tightened the security. We’ll know if they try to invade.” He sighed taking me away from Elinor’s room. We walked in the office where he sat me down. The reel whirred and I saw the familiar face. “The soul sorcerer has 5 tiers. Poseidon, Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Hades.” Zeus began talking. “All are---” I managed to speak when Arthur intercepted.

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.”

Everyone looked at one another, as they all had an angry looks on their faces and it was clear that, they were not happy with what the sorcerer said as a solution. "What you just said now sorcerer, does it sounds to you like a solution?" With an angry voice tone and look on her face, she questioned the sorcerer. "I am a sorcerer who practice dark magic and spells and I have been mistaken a lot of times, that I am a bad person and I don't have problems with that. But when we talk about sacrifices, we talk about blood, death and maybe hope. So we can only expect any of these things as a result... It's not my fault or doings, it is the law of the universe!" The sorcerer explained, as he let out

"H--he was kidnapped?!" My eyes opened wider than before. Hearing Amelie's explanation, I knew who the sorcerer she was referring to was. The sorcerer used to be a member of the Yellow Moon Pack, both Lennon and I have often used her services. She is known as a very powerful sorcerer named Gloria. I took her out of the Yellow Moon Pack because she embarrassed me.

It was too late to think about a containment plan for the sorcerer; he'd known and destroyed it with his magic. Still, Zor didn't seem ready to fight him. Perhaps the old sorcerer had other plans. He couldn't waste his time thinking about the sorcerer or what he intended to do. He moved back in the air and placed his hands together. He closed his eyes and said, "Blessed silvers, move-in times, unseen but fast; shoot your darts. Pierce and kill, and take down those that hope to take me down!" The silver already scattered all over the place rose and pierced through the armour of the soldier, shooting straight for the heart and dropping not less than a thousand of them dead on the ground.

The sorcerer released the darkness with a wave of his hand, enveloping the plaza and plunging it into confusion. Panic spread like wildfire, and many fled in terror. Arlon fought back against the sorcerer's evil energies with years of training and unflinching determination. Lightning bolts cracked from his fingertips, knocking down the dark monsters who sought to take over the town. Luna watched her father's exhibition of strength with a mixture of horror and admiration, comprehending the breadth of his talents.