Sorcery Novels & Stories

It was too late to think about a containment plan for the sorcerer; he'd known and destroyed it with his magic. Still, Zor didn't seem ready to fight him. Perhaps the old sorcerer had other plans. He couldn't waste his time thinking about the sorcerer or what he intended to do. He moved back in the air and placed his hands together. He closed his eyes and said, "Blessed silvers, move-in times, unseen but fast; shoot your darts. Pierce and kill, and take down those that hope to take me down!" The silver already scattered all over the place rose and pierced through the armour of the soldier, shooting straight for the heart and dropping not less than a thousand of them dead on the ground.

“You are strong, vistole. Most in your place would have been hysterical by now. I know what it means to return. I have seen it happen many times. In my world. Not here. Here you are the first. Vic gritted his teeth and grimaced, still not looking at the sorcerer. No, he did not care, in his chest, his heart was beating in panic, so already an unusual rhythm. He was simply sure that no matter what the sorcerer said now, it would not end well for him. But it was useless to panic. - You're looking at the sky, vistolets. Everything is correct. When the last rays of the sun stop touching your body, the cold will return. The cold that we banished with fire. Sarsh is a being of darkness, his time i

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

*** Inside the bedroom, it was just the three of us. The sorcerer moved in complete silence. He set up a small table and began laying out strange artifacts—a silver dagger, a black candle, and several vials of thick liquid that smelled like death. He muttered under his breath, pacing in slow, steady circles, while Damon stood nearby, watching every movement. “Hmm…” the sorcerer muttered, causing Damon to raise a brow. “This is the weakest the spell has ever been. Something’s interfering.” I watched as Damon’s grip tightened.

He hesitated, as if knowing the extent of what his revelation could cause. “You can trust me, no one but you and I is in here.” I quickly said in reassurance. He sighed, taking a deep breath before opening his mouth. “Sorcery. The pack elders wanted to introduce sorcery to the pack, but your father was against it.” My heart fell, a cold rush swept through me, tightening around my chest. “Sor-sorcery, but that’s against the wolves' customs.” “Exactly. Exactly why your father fought her against it. And exactly why he got killed for doing so.”

Lucien stated without consideration. “There is a ritual,” the sorcerer said slowly. “Old magic, very dangerous magic that's risky to carry out.” The sorcerer took a deep breath as he continued. “It can destroy any creature with hybrid blood, no matter how powerful they might be.” “But you have to be warned, if it is not performed with precision, the spell will turn on its caster, painfully, fatally, and more deadly.” Acheron, the sorcerer, warned. The warning hung thick in the air, a whispered curse meant to instill fear in him, but Lucien, being a man without fear, was not bothered.

“—is not Nora. This one, Luna, died in the forest.” I met his eyes, my own steady. “Did she, or was that what you wanted everybody to think?” The crowd fell silent once again. "My power burst forth. A faint shimmered around me, wavering as light. I glowed with bursts of gold and silver; it was no longer just my wolf energy but an ancient, godly glow. The ground vibrated with energy below me." Varek sneered, taking a step back. “This—this is sorcery! She’s possessed

“By the shadows that dance, by the moon’s embrace, I call upon the dark powers to amplify my grace!” Her spells crackled with energy, weaving together a tapestry of malevolent magic. “As Alice learns to wield the elements, I will harness the storms of chaos,” Corazon vowed, her eyes glowing with wicked intent. “With my spells, I shall control the winds and command the fire! Soon, she will be no match for me.” As the night wore on, Corazon delved deeper into her dark arts, channeling her energy into spells that shimmered with dark allure. Each incantation brought forth new powers, but they came with a price.

Erebus said. "Wow, that's interesting." Kitty fell into deep thinking, "Do you think it could mean the freedom of this curse? Like, free for werewolves of being weak on a blood moon night?" "Then the ballad needs both a werewolf, AND a sorcerer." Erebus thought into that possibility. "Why not? Maybe that's why no witches or wizards have ever broken it yet, because they are not a werewolf at the same time." "Interesting thoughts." Erebus said, thinking about what makes that kind of sorcerers special -- the soul link! They are born to be able to link their soul with one another!

“I suppose that would be correct, yes.” “You need to tell me how to do it. You both belong there. And also there is probably an impending Orc attack on the Capital, I don’t feel right leaving everyone there fighting and dying over a trinket.” “You can go back and forth whenever you want, dear. Just close your eyes and concentrate where you want to go. See it in your mind. It’s a power that builds up inside you, your emotions control it.” “I didn’t know what Skiora looked like when I went there the first time. I just wanted to be somewhere safe.”