Sorcery Meme Novels & Stories

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

Then why would he think that I would fight for him? “Master has the memory spell! You will forget everything! Will become his puppet!” the demon answered with glee. I turned back to Adrian and Mercy with alarm. Samael had a spell to wipe my memory? From the flabbergasted look on Mercy’s face, that was not your everyday spell. This was alarming! Did it mean he could wipe anyone’s memory and make them a mindless soldier for him? Or was there anything else for it to work? And why me?

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

he asks himself as he keeps on turning the pages. “We don’t know what you are talking about, but can I read about the kingdom of Samari?” Rico ask as Merfoy close the book and handed it over. Rico took his seat to read as Niffa leave him alone and she followed Merfoy on the other side of the table. “Why did you get old so fast? Rico said that sorcerers aren’t age that much,” Niffa said then Merfoy suddenly chuckled. “It’s true that sorcerers are not getting old so fast like mortal ones. But if they lived for more than 500 years you can see that their appearance is getting older,” he responded.

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.

She hadn't seen this kind of flower before, maybe it's a wide one, she thought. " uhm----, she cleared her throat, in every rumor there must be an atom of truth , so now I partially believe you guys" she said and flashed them a toothy smile. " So , who exactly is this sorceress I was prophesied to be her reincarnation" She questioned him , her interest still on the tattoo on her wrist, and as much as wants to believe them there's no such thing as a sorceress or magic, everything seems to her like she's been featured in an epic movie.