Sorcerer Weekly Novels & Stories

He eyes both of us together, before pulling me into his arms and sniffing my hair and neck where my scent was more. He was probably trying to check if Tamper did something to me. “We have a situation.” Fenrir turned to Geo. “Why don't you check how the spar trials are coming up. I will be right there.” I waited until Geo stepped out before I said anything. "There's a sorcerer in this city," I said. Fenrir looked up slowly. "What?" "Tamper just told me. Apparently there's been one this whole time, running some kind of operation collecting things from wolves' bodies for remedies, and a group of women work directly under this person, and nobody bothered mentioning it because, and I quote, it di

It was only a miracle that could save her. “Tell me about your magic.” She urged and his brows went up in question. “What about it?” “Your power is portaling but I saw you manipulate air during the fight.” Said Freya. “How is that possible?” “Every sorcerer has a touch of the elemental magic. The Elementals were the first sorcerers, made purely of fire, water, air and earth. They are the most powerful sorcerers, their power is terrible and magnificent, capable of making or breaking the entire realm. Sorcerers are actually descendants of the Elementals and we have a wide array of powers but every sorcerer also has a touch of the elements. It’s like a drop in the the ocean of an Elemental’s po

He sat down, getting comfortable for what would be a long story. "Well, it all began 300 years ago, with a certain woman named Eudora Grousseou. You see, Eudora wasn't just any sorceress. She was a divine medium, an integral part of sorcerer society. As the Sorcerer Clan practices ancestral magic, our power comes from our deep connection to our forefathers and our history. To strengthen that connection, our ancestors blessed us with a divine bloodline, a family that was the bridge between the living and the afterlife.

His mind fought her like a storm, lashing back with visions of fire, broken kingdoms, and the looming shadow of Hades himself. Althea staggered but clenched her fists. “Tell me!” she demanded, her voice trembling but resolute. The sorcerer’s laughter rang out—manic, triumphant. “You will never win. His heir will open the way. His spies walk beside you already, unseen, unmarked. You cannot stop him!” The shadows writhed, and Althea felt herself slipping under. “That’s enough!” Gavriel’s roar cut through the chaos. In one brutal motion, he stepped forward. His hand blurred, and before the sorcerer could laugh again, Gavriel’s strike was swift and final. The sorcerer’s head snapped to the side,

He said instinctively, "Are you talking about the Great Sorcerer from 30 years ago, who was famed throughout the Southwest?" "Hmph, that's right! The humiliation that I've suffered today will be paid back personally by the Great Sorcerer on the day he comes out of seclusion! Demongate's sacred object isn't something you're worthy of keeping!" Raphael said viciously. He slammed the door in anger and left. Blake's brow furrowed as he watched Raphael and Leah's retreating figures. It was said that the Great Sorcerer was extremely skilled in sorcery. He had been undefeated in the four states of the Southwest 30 years ago.

the soothsayer remarked and all the four elders present turned their attention to me. “Greetings elders, you sent for me,” I said in a robotic tone as I walked further into the hut. “Yes,” the oldest of them, elder Gilbert motioned to a seat, “have a seat, child, what we have to discuss is gravely important.” I did as he asked, already being able to predict the next words that would leave his lips. “We’ll need you to bring the girl to us in a week, we’ve finally found a team of sorcerers that can lead the necessary proceedings and they’ll be fully prepared in a few days,” he seemed awfully pleased with himself as he spoke.