Sorcery Unscramble Novels & Stories

I grinned from chin to Chin. I skimmed the incantation until my eyes fell on one line. “To sever the power of the divine, a powerful sorcerer must perform the binding with intent unbroken.” A sorcerer. Not just any. A powerful one. Who would I possibly meet, I thought. My eyes, still fixed on those lines. Only one name came to mind. Zephyr! He was our pack sorcerer, a dangerous choice. Unpredictable. But desperate times called for risky allies.

She stepped closer and gave my brother a vial. Emmett took the medicine without complaint and, with a speed unusual for him, downed the vial in one gulp. I swallowed hard as a nauseating smell flooded my nostrils. I fought hard to suppress the urge to vomit. “Earth’s energy, moon’s blood, and wolf’s will,” Temra recited, raising her hands. “May what was bound by the shadow be released by the light!” Grace and the sorceresses repeated the words, turning them into a real spell, and then I truly understood what they wanted to do.

Unknowing, the Dumont power gave me the edge I needed to break the hold of the call to feed. Smaller clumps of power slid around me now, crying piteously, tiny seeds of families long gone. I sank deeper, anchoring to the Dumont power, my sorcery's flower opening, petals gaping wide, mouth of blackness calling me home. For the first time, I let my sorcery have its way without holding back, absorbed the taint of it, the destructive magic of using one thing's power for another thing's gain. Unlike witchcraft, demon magic, even Sidhe power, sorcery was based in the utter obliteration of the source of its magic.

It was uncommon for sorcery to exist in this part of the world, and even to be used in the control of lycans, at least, according to all the words he had used to describe what he had found out. "So these sorcerers are the ones controlling these rogued wolves?" I asked him. "Yes.." he confirmed my inward thesis before he then continued, "When these bitten humans are not treated, they become lycans and are easily controlled by the sorcerer" he said to the general house. Sorcery? " How could you be so sure it's sorcery, doctor?" That was my Uncle asking. That was a good question too and I wanted to know why the doctor thinks it's sorcery.

The horror in my chest tightened, but I couldn’t look away from the altar. Atop the altar was a human skull, its surface marked with strange, precise letters. They formed a perfect square shape on the top of the skull, a palindromic Sator square. The letters were deeply etched into the bones, forming the Latin phrase Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas. I stared at it, horror filling my veins. Nowhere in the books I had read did it mention anything like this during a summoning exam. My heart constricted with the terrifying weight of my mistake.

“Maelor gave me a book. He’s the warlock who used to stand at Arlo’s side. He says it contains counter-rituals. Spells that can disrupt what Arlo’s doing.” For the first time since leaving the study door, something like hope stirs in me. “Show me.” He leads me deeper into the forest, to a hollowed-out trunk where he’s stashed the tome. Its leather cover is cracked, edges fraying, but when he places it in my hands a strange energy thrums through the pages. Dark, but potent. “Maelor said this is our best chance,” Soren explains. “If we can identify the ritual Arlo is planning, we can break it before he completes it.”

Sorcery can be complicated sometimes, and you may not know everything about it on your own. As much as I hate to admit it, I need help.

The sorcerer unleashed his magic, hurling bolts of dark energy toward the friends. Gabriel and Alexander stood strong, their spirits intertwined, as they deflected the sorcerer's attacks with a shield of pure friendship. Their love and unity proved to be a force far greater than any dark magic. With each blow, the sorcerer weakened until he dissipated into the night, his malevolence extinguished. As the final remnants of the sorcerer's power vanished, a brilliant light bathed Gabriel and Alexander. The curse that had haunted Alexander for so long was shattered completely, never to plague him again. He stood before Gabriel as a man, his features radiant with joy and gratitude.

The witch's spell translation and pronunciation: Robora mentem meam, (ro-boh-rah men-tem may-am) Confirma contra tenebras, (con-fer-mah kon-trah ten-neb-rahs) Robora corpus meum, (ro-boh-rah kor-plus mau-um) Nil sinas occupare. (neel see-nahs ock-koo-pah-reh) It has been loosely translated as: Strengthen my mind, Strengthen it against darkness, Strengthen my body, Allow nothing to occupy it.