Sorcery Meme Novels & Stories

Its power was closely related to the sorcerer who controlled it. In reality, the so-called familiar was not a spiritual being but someone who had been hypnotized. Saffronesian sorcerers were skilled hypnotists. They would hypnotize someone to gain control and make them their familiars. Familiars were also known as servants of god among Saffronesians who practiced sorcery. Chad began to play hard to get. He held the Blood Ganoderma Lucidum and pretended to leave. "I just want him to take a walk with me. Forget it if it can't be done!"

Sora growled at her mother angrily, her eyes glowing pink with this unusual aura that had surrounded her. Cerci took a step away from Sora as the power that had surrounded Sora was something that even forced Alpha Cougar to narrow his eyes at her. He was unable to understand what was happening, how an Omega like her was able to wield such power. Cerci fell on the ground, looking pale. “After you, my Alpha.” Sora's voice pulled Alpha Cougar out of the daze he was lost in. And just like that, he couldn't actually remember the reason he was suddenly so surprised. As if someone erased his memory in a flash. Nodding his head, Alpha Cougar walked out of the mansion and everyone followed his lead.

“Had you ever heard about it during your time with Dark Abyss?” “Mind control?” he repeated back and I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “I know that sounds strange… but could sorcerers do something like that? Control minds?” As my words trailed off, Spike opened the bottle of liquor and sniffed at it. He then took a sip and then pondered the question for a moment. After a minute or so, he shook his head. “I must admit, my knowledge on the matter is limited,” he said. “That being said, I believe sorcery could accomplish just about anything. It had a grim reputation in the past. It’s possible elite sorcerers might have possessed the ability to control minds through spells.”

I keep doing that and get bored. "Sorcerer skills (jobs similar to mage) usually have shields, elemental magic, healing and time stops. Hmm, try them all!" I was so excited that not giving up on me and fainting a few times paid off. Maybe if I couldn't see through this status and healing magic, I would have given up already. "Barrier! Ohh you can use other magic like this. Fire ball!" I create a barrier and a fireball which I detonate in it. There was no sound of explosion let alone leaking of fire out.

The power to be a slave. "It seems very exaggerated. How is that going? What do you mean?" His eyebrows furrowed and paused for a while. "I don't know? This might be a result of reading books." I said and he nodded twice, paying attention to every detail I said. "Darling, in the English language, can you spell the 5th longest wor⁠—" I interrupted him. I closed my eyes, jumbled letters began to flow like specks of pixie dust forming a word. It's like magic but It's not fantasy. It is sensory, a thought experiment. It is science.

CLOSER… “What is keeping the witches you sent from being undetected?” Mason asked. “Sending 1 or 2 may not set off any alarms, but just to be safe we sent them with a couple of fail safes.” Makayla answered. “First we have cloaked them with a spell that blocks detecting them and their magic.” Makenzy added. “Second, we gave them a powder called Pulverous Memoria.” Makaya continued. “When the powder is inhaled, it can make 1 forget whatever you would like them to forget.” Makenzy finished saying.

That- That can’t be a normal spell! “And for further punishment- Soul’s Doom.” Monica said snapping her fingers. Her arms turned black all the way up almost to her shoulder. I could hear her chuckling as we all waited in terrified silence. What kind of spell is that?! And you should be writhing in pain! How are you not hurting??

Much has happened in the past 24 hours, and I need to process them all—. I stared horrified at the slab of raw meat in Rum’s hand. “No, no, no… you’re NOT going to put that on my face—EEW!” I backed away, shaking my head. But I wasn’t going anywhere—my wrists were locked and chained to Rum by his fingers, and he was much, much stronger than me, a mere human. “Works like sorcery. Trust me.” He grinned. Sorcery? Ha! Looks like some witchcraft to me! “NO!” I leaned back, my body an angle to the floor, keeping my face and my poor eye away from the meat attack. “I said no! Rum! This is ridiculous. That meat’s for dinner!”

“It will cost. Materials for a shadow link aren’t cheap, and considering the last team you sent into Lycán territory came back as ashes…” “Soren.” Malik stepped forward. The warlock stepped back. “Do you remember what happened to the last sorcerer who asked me for a raise in the middle of an operation?” “Vaguely. I believe his remains still decorate the southern crypt entrance.” “Your memory is excellent. You’ll get the materials. And the payment. But if the link fails or is detected, your memory will become as vague as your predecessor’s.” Soren swallowed and nodded with renewed efficiency. “One hour for the portal. Three for the spell. Five for the link. Who’s the candidate?”

I spat out, “well played.” My feet shuffled as I walked towards the wall, the sigil staring at me—and I could swear I saw it blink. With wide, triumphant eyes. The white, blue-eyed serpent that was the emblem of only one person that ever lived, the most sinister and shrewd of all that ever practiced sorcery, whose beauty concealed the evil that hid beneath the shadow of her very existence—the witch Orchid.