Sorcery Novels & Stories

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

I asked "I told you not to utter my name, stay away from me before I use this glass and hit your head" "Why, why did you drink alcohol when you are very much aware that it’s haram and you know if Aunt Sabina finds out she will be devastated" "Oh please shut up, and who are you to advise me on what to do and what not to do? If mommy ever finds out she won’t bother please she doesn’t have that stupid old-fashioned thinking of yours" "Noor…" "Shhh, don’t you dare utter my name from this your unpure mouth. Just don’t utter my name" She yelled

I scrunched my face up in disgust. "Oh, poor sweet soul! You will be gagging out a whole lot of blood when I'm done with you." He rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Not under my watch," Suzy screamed into the air and lept onto the warlock. I jumped on him and seize his hands in case he tries to attempt magic. Suzy began to whisper incantations and the warlock screamed in discomfort and turned ashen. He was covered in sweat so I'm guessing Suzy was boiling his blood till he combusted.

I turn to see Acre, Sky, my mother and father and grandma Beth all standing around us, the latter three had burn marks around their necks from where the silver collars were, "Ocean, hold tight to Desert, only you can channel her powers, the rest hold hands" We all do as Lanna has instructed us and Lanna starts whispering words that sound like a chant as we stood watching the battle before us, the noise starts to dim, a light above the battle starts to decend and eventually we can see or hear anything, until a sweet voice hums a tune, calming us, then it whispers, "You have done so well, the bond of family is strong, remember to be as one",

Eldon's magical abilities neutralized the sorcerer's evil spells, as Marcus and Selene attacked with lethal accuracy. However, the sorcerer possessed great power, appearing to have limitless magic. Laughing, he battled with dark amusement shining in his eyes. He teased, saying: "You have strength, but it's not sufficient," as he released another surge of dark energy. Kyra clenched her jaw, determined not to be scared. The book's ancient secrets weighed heavy in her mind, providing guidance and strengthening her resolve. She refused to allow the sorcerer to emerge victorious.

“There’s a forbidden ritual, one that can grant werewolves untold power. It’s dangerous and unpredictable, but in the wrong hands, it could spell disaster for everyone.” Sarah stepped forward, her expression one of determination mixed with concern. “What kind of power are we talking about?” Lucas took a deep breath. “The ritual can amplify a werewolf’s abilities exponentially. Strength, speed, healing, even control over others of our kind. If Gabriel manages to complete it, he could become unstoppable.” I felt a surge of urgency. “We need to find out where and when Gabriel plans to perform this ritual. If we can stop him before he completes it, we might have a chance to save Silverwood Falls

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 drops the satchel beside the altar. Inside it, the ritual components wait. Everything he’d stolen, bartered, bled for. Arwan unrolls the cloth and begins. Salt. Bone dust. A single black feather. One fingernail from a wolf. One tooth from a man. A sliver of silver so pure it burns his fingertips. The sorcerer doesn’t ask for simple things. His hand shakes slightly as he slices across his palm. Blood drips, thick and reluctant, into the center of the altar. The symbols carved into its surface begin to pulse faintly, as if breathing.

I say. “Okaaaayyy,” he says, drawing out the word. I run my hands over the potion, feeling that the intent is pure, positive and good. That’s what I needed it to be. “The one who was swayed Has become dismayed He can’t feel his mate In his current state He can’t sense his child The bond is defiled This spell will be cast To see through the last To rise above and sense those he loves” The liquid rises out of the bowl, forming into a watery-looking heart before breaking apart and evaporating into the air.