Sorcery Meme Novels & Stories

His voice was low, calm, a whisper that scratched against my bones. “Don’t bother,” the man said. His eyes were sharp, his smile thin. “Your strength is bound. Your Alpha blood, your wolf… all of it is held down.” I froze. A sorcerer. I hadn’t seen one before, but I knew what they were. Dangerous. Ruthless. Men who twisted power into chains invisible and unbreakable.

The day the news reached them, all the other Lords rushed to the House of Sorcery in rage. Lord de Bach almost turned his path into lava with his red-hot rage. His veins popped up at his neck and he ran over to him, pulling him by his collar, all decorum and manners going up in flames. “What is this?! Are you betraying the rebellion, Soren?!” “Do calm down, Ren—”

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.”

Sorcerer Ken kept his cloth bag down and looked at me and Draco, Draco was hanging weakly beside me while I one other hand was merely praying for him to wake up soon… “Tony, now that you had paid me my coins….our deal will be fruitful… I will bring back your wife…” Sorcerer Ken said in strong eastern accent and glanced at me and Draco… “Sorcerer ken….. Please do it soon… we already found Misha corpse… I cannot wait to touch her again…” Tony said in his lustful voice His old face lighted up like glitter “Hmmm….. I am going to perform Soul bone curse now” Sorcerer ken said Tony nodded and said “Master, do you need something that she used…. I can tear of her gown right away…”

“Radcliff, The Firebreath! Beware of the red death! Power, Fire, Winner, Sorcerer! Let’s fight with our last breath!” Astrid was stunned. Her view was attached to the supporter movement, which consists of a bunch of sorcerers. They made repetitive movements in rhythm with the sound getting louder. Astrid could feel the aura pressure rising in the air. “Radcliff, The Firebreath! Beware of the red death! Power, Fire, Winner, Sorcerer! Let’s fight with our last breath!”

Unknowing, the Dumont power gave me the edge I needed to break the hold of the call to feed. Smaller clumps of power slid around me now, crying piteously, tiny seeds of families long gone. I sank deeper, anchoring to the Dumont power, my sorcery's flower opening, petals gaping wide, mouth of blackness calling me home. For the first time, I let my sorcery have its way without holding back, absorbed the taint of it, the destructive magic of using one thing's power for another thing's gain. Unlike witchcraft, demon magic, even Sidhe power, sorcery was based in the utter obliteration of the source of its magic.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

Emily smiled gratefully and two of them sat down on mats that had already been placed for them. Two women and two men came in and stood before them. "Can you tell by looking which one is the most powerful and decipher who's the witch, wizard, and sorcerer amongst them?" Emily closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. "You should know that the difference between these three is that. Witches cast spells, and are nothing without spells and potions. Wizards are witches who have read and read till they've memorized the spells. They've gone deeper and done serious research and now possess more knowledge than the average witch, that translates to power. While witches have to call out the spells wit

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.