Sorcery Unscramble Novels & Stories

Salem stopped abruptly. "What? Use the what?" Kalista who was ready to collapse with suspense asked repeatedly. "This can't be," Salem whispered. "It's impossible." "Salem please, tell me what it says," Kalista pleaded. "The horn of a unicorn," someone else gave the answer. All eyes turned and fell on Orion who had been silent all through. He took a step forward and stood beside Kalista. "The horn of a unicorn is a talisman," he explained further. "It is so special and rare, because it wards off every strong magic, every evil magic you can think of. Dark spells, dark magic, blood magic, anything. It will certainly ward off the gem's power."

*** 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.

She has been here countless times but she still can't wrap her head around his kind of sorcery. Even Malam mai yanka can't pull it off. She would've easily learnt from Kallakwaso but Kallakwaso doesn't share his sorcery, like he always says whenever she asks him why he doesn't teach sorcery "a magician never reveals his secret. Moreover my sorcery isn't a normal kind. It comes from a very dark and strong source and if you aren't black, cold hearted, you can't practice it. Someone like you is too weak and will end up dying."

’ Jeremiah asked the grimoire. ‘It could be,’ the book replied. Jeremiah's eyes were quickly scanning around the room to find any object that could be used as a weapon. He found a strong acid bottle that lied behind him, inside the chemical cabinet. He then took it and threw it quickly to the sorcerer who, at the moment, was still chanting a cursive spell. The bottle took the sorcerer by surprise and canceled the spell at the same time; he tackled it with his right hand, breaking up the bottle as the result, and thus the strong acid quickly damaged as well as hurt his hand. “Damn you!” he slurred.

Sabrina asked,she was a bit taken aback on his illiteracy. He simply shrugged. "Just give me your hand!" Sabrina scowled. "For what?" Vincent asked confusingly. "The spell is too powerful to break for me alone. I'll need to cypher off your power." She grabbed his hand. "Besides, there's no time." She closed her eyes and he had to do same too. "Aclyptia sedom circules, Aclyptia sedom circules!, Aclyptia sedom circules!!"

With a sly smile, he lifted his staff to deliver a final strike. "Now, Eldon!" Kyra yelled. With a sudden move, Eldon tackled the sorcerer from behind. The sorcerer fought to break free from Eldon's hold as the staff clanked on the floor. "Selene, do it!" Kyra pleaded. Selene was chanting an incantation, her eyes glistening with strength. The sorcerer was bound in place by ancient runes that appeared when the ground beneath him started to glow. The sorcerer struggled against the magical chains and cried out, "No!" "I can't be stopped by you! I'll have the power!"

The pattern on the front was of a wolf howling at the moon, encircled in intricate intertwining branches. Curling up in my favourite chair, I carefully lay the book in my lap and open the cover. “The ancient art of untamed magic, “I read aloud and took in the subject matter. Untamed magic was the old term used for dark or forbidden magic. My hands shook as I took in the magnitude of what I was reading. There were witches in this house channelling untamed magic, Alune was right, and it terrified me.

Jasmine replied while King, general commander all started at her like lost puppies. “Every Sorcerers is divided into seven types based on their strength of evilness pink, green, purple, red, sliver, black, and metal, they have their very own color and smell of smoke fog which is also known as their poison, pink poison is for Sorceress with low evilness knowledge while metal is for sorceress with undefeatable powers, her powers are almost equal to a witch” Jasmine replied

Without ceremony, he dropped the tea bags into the cauldron. The moment they touched the metal, the air shifted violently. Orun lifted his staff and began chanting, a language only known to shamans like him, old and sharp, the kind of language that cut through time instead of bending to it. His voice rose and fell in a rhythm that made my wolf stir uneasily beneath my skin. “Exuro maleficium… revelare veritatem…” He reached into a leather pouch and scattered a fine silvery powder into the cauldron. Smoke rose instantly, thin at first, pale white, curling upward like a living thing. Then came another powder, deep crimson. The smoke darkened, streaks of red twisting through it.

“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!”