Sorceress Tale Novels & Stories

After a few seconds, she shook her head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know any sorcerer like that.” Cold disappointment pricked my chest. But then she added, “However… you might find your answer tonight.” I raised a brow. “What do you mean?” “There’s a gathering of sorcereres from all elements. A Havent Ritual. Eleven tonight. In the underground storage beneath the town hall.” She leaned closer and whispered, “If that sorcerer is still wandering around this city, he’ll most likely be there.”

And I, Ana, held up the artifacts, their power coursing through me like a river of magic. The battle was fierce, the sorceress unleashing waves of dark magic against us. But we stood firm, our bond and determination driving us forward. Finally, with a last, mighty blow, we defeated the sorceress, her darkness dissipating into nothingness. As the light faded, the Keeper approached us, his eyes shining with pride. "Well done, adventurers," he said. "You have unlocked the secrets of the artifacts, and claimed the power of the Heart of the Realm. May it guide you on your journey, and may you use it wisely."

And this time, I wouldn’t fail. Late that night, I left the pack house and headed into the woods, where the sorceress had told me to meet her if I needed further assistance. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the trees. When I arrived at the designated spot, the sorceress was already waiting for me, her dark cloak blending into the shadows. “You’ve returned,” she said, her voice like gravel. “I warned you the spell came with risks.” “I need something stronger,” I said, my voice trembling. “Something that will get rid of Arianna for good.”

He’s scaring me. “You see my missing eye?” I gulp and with a trembling breath, I stare into his empty eye socket. “Yes…” Clyde’s face contorts into a sickening smile. “It was a price I had to pay to find the gateway to the new world. The Sorceress demanded for it.” The Sorceress? The Sorceress from the Dark Forest? She is the sister of the infamous Witch who lives in the Hidden Forest. Everyone knows the two sisters. Who wouldn’t? All who live fear them for they alone command powers that no other supernatural being can.

the sorceress asked, sipping on a bluish liquid that filled her cup, which I assumed to be maybe a rare species of wine. “One of your sorceresses who worked for my pack stole my mate's scent and wolf,” Kaiden said, swirling the wine glass in his hands. The sorceress had an amused look in her eyes. “I see. You have the power to confront and get it from her, so why come here? I'm guessing she’s dead and that's why you're here—because you need my help.” “Correct,” Kaiden remarked. “She killed herself, and I don't know why. But I know you have a book containing all the sorcerers that roam the earth.”

His eyes grew wide at the question. “A Faery? One of the Fae? The magical tricksters that collide their realm with our own between the dancing of the fire? Have none of the other maidens told you this tale, young man?” I shook my head ‘no’, and he sighed and began telling me stories of these strange and invisible creatures, whose powers outranked even the strongest sorcerers in the world as we know it. I had since forgotten most of it, sadly. I remembered paying very close attention; yet somehow, the tales and hidden truths which Severo regaled me that afternoon managed to slip through my head like water through a blanket.

"She wished to adopt her and take her with herself as a daughter and teach her her skills and spells to continue the good deeds since she didn't have enough years left for herself. The sorceress wanted to depart from this world and begin her life in the world hereafter. So she chose Shae as her heiress, and everything was going well with them. Just a year and my mate had learned all that an enchantress needed to know. She was a fine witch. In fact, it was one of those nights when she was performing her spells in the night in an isolated area when we met. She was twenty when we had our first encounter. She was just like.... Reyne. Same innocent eyes, heart warming smile and a pure heart. (And

With conviction and urgency, I responded, "Great sorceress, I have come seeking your aid in a time of dire need. A dreadful plague looms over my kingdom, threatening the lives of my people. I seek your wisdom and power to avert this catastrophe." The sorceress nodded slowly, her gaze unwavering. "The threads of fate have guided you to me, King Zahir," she murmured, her voice carrying a hint of solemnity. "The veil between the realms is thin, and the forces that govern life and death are ever in flux. I will listen to your plea and see if the cosmos shall grant its favor." The sorceress closed her eyes, entering a state of deep concentration, as if communing with forces beyond mortal comprehe

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.