Sorcery Novels & Stories

“Yeah, it is. But it's not always that easy, sometimes the natural energy of a sorcerer isn't enough nor is it required for certain magical acts and in such cases, sacrifices or or use of magical objects will be used, has to be used.” “But if the ANTI is a book, how come it has magic, shouldn't it be a book of spells?” “The ANTI isn't like any other book, it's magic itself, magic beyond anything anyone has ever seen.” She continued to tell me more about the book and how powerful it was. I listened carefully though I was still almost lost in all of it as it was really overwhelming. Imagine learning more about myself and the supernatural world in such a short period of time. All my life, I had

“I am beyond your feeble understanding, and your defiance will only bring about your downfall.” I felt Elly tense beside me, her scales bristling as she let out a low growl. The bond between us pulsed with newfound strength, a silent reassurance that we were in this together. Alpha Dominic stood his ground, his gaze unwavering despite the palpable threat before us. “We will not cower before you, sorcerer. Your reign of terror ends here and now,” he declared, his voice echoing with authority. The sorcerer's eyes blazed with fury at the defiance, and with a flick of their hand, dark tendrils of magic shot towards us.

He cleared his throat and leaned forward on the couch, his hands entwined with one another and placed casually on his lap. “Now, it’s time you learned about your ancestry and how you came to be,” he told me. “As you know, there are three main sorcerer bloodlines. These three bloodlines are the most powerful in the world. They are broken down into three separate covens, each coven holds its own special abilities. The Amyrran coven specialized in potions, which included poisons and curses. The Sawol coven specialized in telepathy, and anything that has to do with the mind. The Wlanc coven, mine, specializes in prophecy. Most sorcerers tend only to have one major special power, a gift from the

"It’s the work of sorcery and black magic. I’m afraid there’s nothing more we can do here. You’ll need a healer—someone who understands the magic that’s causing this." Sorcery? Black magic? This couldn’t be happening.

“And this one is particularly strong. This speaks to expose a lot of sorcery and there are notes on how to master every kind.“ That was also awfully convenient. Why hadn't they mentioned it initially? Were they cautious of me? A pulse of heat burned up my spine. It was hope dressed like a dagger. “You’re saying we can hunt her?” Lorcan nodded once. “If you study the counter-scripts, you can trace dark sorcery while it’s in motion. The book also covers how to track the growth of forbidden sorcery. If sacrificial sorcery was in play, we would trace what those deaths a

It was an ancient, terrifying grimoire bound in dark leather, with strange, glowing red runes carved across the cover. My heart dropped into a dark, bottomless pit. "What... what is that?" I stammered, my voice trembling with sudden panic. "This is an ancient blood spell," Malakor purred, opening the thick grimoire. "A dark ritual created by the dark sorcerers of the Old World. Since you refuse to cooperate, I don't need your permission anymore. I am going to perform this ritual today. I am going to rewrite the magic in your womb. I will forcefully bond your unborn child's soul to mine!"

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

“Try again! Aren't you as powerful as you claim to be! You know no one leaves this pack alive without providing the answers I need!” The sorcerer, an old man with yellow teeth who was shaking now and was obviously scared for his life, started giving me double shots of the herbs and piercing me with a needle. I was in so much pain from the torture as I screamed, my back arching from the table they strapped me to. “I don't understand,” the sorcerer says to himself. “The bloodline is there, I can feel her silver wolf powers but it seems something is blocking it”

Magic bled out of it in green smoke… it couldn’t run anymore. I shifted back to half-form and stood over it, panting, bloodied, still shaking from adrenaline. “What are you?” I growled. It chuckled bitterly. “A deal… is a deal.” It coughed again, black ichor seeping from its ribs. “My name is Sorren. I was once a sorcerer, rRuler of a ring in the magic circle right here in this region. But immortality… it seduced me, twisted my very nature. I altered my body, my soul, until all that remained was this…” its eyes flickered down to its body, “...a creature of immense power and no life.”