Sorcerer Weekly Novels & Stories

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

His malevolent laughter echoed through the chamber, sending a chill down Luna's spine. "Well, well, well," the sorcerer sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I see you've come to challenge me, little wolves. How delightful." Luna's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the sorcerer, his eyes glowing with a twisted power. She glanced at Amelia, who shared the same mix of fear and determination in her eyes. They knew they had to stand together against this formidable enemy. "Leave now, sorcerer," Ethan growled, his voice laced with authority. "Your reign of darkness ends here."

I just hoped that she could do it after all this time. After seeing the others moving into position, I began to chant. “Earth, air, fire, water, earth, air, fire, water, earth, air, fire, water take our essence and fuel your daughter,” I glanced around as I chanted and saw the other three chanting too. I saw the sorcerer looking round. It had not escaped his attention that we were doing something, and he was beginning to look worried. He met my eyes, and I grinned and raised my eyebrows. His scowl was filled with hate as he was trapped. His own salvation had become his own prison.

it that didn’t happen then sorcerer body and head both will burst out into pool of blood and pus and his soul will remain wandering on earth forever. In order to avoid head flying out without veins attached to it a sorcerer must practice well also he has to make sure to eat fresh meat of a powerful man every 29 days for 7 times in a row to complete his ritual and practice… Once that happens, he becomes inevitable… not just he can fly without vein hanging out but he can even survive in sunlight… Thankfully this wasn’t the situation with sorcerer Ken, I can see he hasn’t completed his ritual and was still in practice….

He looked through his thermal scope. He saw a "Shadow-Weaver Sorcerer" in the back ranks, charging a massive fireball. Ren calmed his breathing. Bang. Headshot. The Sorcerer evaporated before he could cast. "Wave 1 clear!" the announcer boomed, the voice echoing like a god. "Wave 2 incoming! Prepare defenses!"

"Your plans end here." With malicious glints in his eyes, the sorcerer grinned. "You don't realize the strength these mountains hold. That creature served just as a diversion." Selene squinted her eyes. "What are you trying to say? What exactly are you pursuing?" The earth shook beneath the sorcerer as he opened his arms wide. The origin of all magic, the might of the ancients. “I'm going to change this world with it." Eldon stepped forward, balling his fists. "We won't let you." "Brave words," the soothsayer shot back, his tone brimming with disdain.

Maybe he was worth talking to. “You hate sorcery, huh?” I quirked a brow. He adjusted his stance. “I loathe it. You see, sorcery destroys like cancer. It eats deep into the heart and minds of the users until there's nothing left of them. I'm particularly angry at werewolves who think they won't be affected by using magical artifacts made from sorcery. What they don't understand is that they are no different.” “Exactly,” I affirmed. “And it's a perspective I wish to get into the heads of the people around here. They just don't get it.”

"Maybe we should visit the sorcerer, before we leave, plus, we need a magic, of how to get to the Submarine Cave kingdom quicker. The sorcerer is the one person that Arthur doesn't summon, he goes to him. Let us visit the sorcerer, from there, we will leave, so that we would be back soon. The three left in a chariot to Sorcerer Sodom, by the time they got there, he was outside his hut waiting for them. "I was expecting you here, and I have the answers to all your unasked question. That is how good Sodom is. He is one of the oldest werewolves in the kingdom, he is the voice of the goddess.

I was a bad granddaughter for leaving my grandfather in the care of werewolves. “Hey grandpa,” I ran up to him and greeted him. I kept my eyes on the two werewolves, again they scrunched up their noses at me. Jim had explained to me that werewolves could smell your signature scent, so apparently I smelt like sardines to them. “I know I smell like sardines,” I said, annoyed. “No you don't,” grandpa kissed my cheeks, then I realized he just scraped a bunch of twenty dollars from off the table.

Well, not until she Azrael mentioned something. “She told me about the sorcerer of the west. I don’t know what she meant but I got the message of going to that sorcerer. The only problem is, I don’t know where to start.” It was clear that Azrael was lost but Lexi? No. She knows where the sorcerer of the west is. At first she did not believe Azrael but if it has something to do with the sorcerer, then it must be true. “I know where she is.” Lexi said