Sorcière / Sorcier Novels & Stories

Merlin held his hand out so that Arianna could grab it and siphon some of his magic to help with the spell. "Repeat after me - Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San." Both the witches, Arianna And Zachary Merlin continued to chant the incantation. Simultaneously, " Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San."

“That is true, and that truth I can’t deny. I’m sorry if I lied.” The Sorceress nodded her head as she sported a grin. “At least now you admit that you’re a liar. Now you’re one step ahead from being satire.” Mayari Tabbu continued with a wicked smile. “Now, you, be quiet. For the spell is about to start. Not a squeak, not a sound should be heard. Not even a rustle or bustle or rickets.”

AVA’s POV I shook my head and pinched myself hard on the cheeks. Am I dreaming? Is my mate really a half-witch? Well, kind of like a sorcerer because women are called witches. But what the hell? How? “Incredible,” the white-haired sorcerer whispered in disbelief as he stared curiously at Hunter. “You will not touch her,” he warned and growled menacingly. The sorcerer, who I believe is named Zane, tilted his head and looked rather cold and furious. The sparkle in his eyes that hinted his curiosity was no longer there.

My name is Genevieve Martin or Genie for short, and I'm what you would refer to as a Witch. Others have been known to call us by other names such as sorceresses, enchantresses, hags, and she-devils - the list goes on and on. Honestly, if I was to list all of them it would never end. But the term "Witch" actually comes from the word "Wicca" meaning Wise One.

I manage to pull out the sword with little trouble and mockingly hold it up and say, “En garde!” I smile, but he just seems confused. Even Gecko who was taking the horses further away whipped his head around to look at me. “Oh, right. That’s French. I take it no one here knows French.” I drop my arm holding onto the sword, further defeated than I previously was. Corvu chuckles,

the sorcerer explained. As the moon cast an ethereal glow over the forest, the tension hung heavy in the air. Alex was located, and the sorcerer teleported them to a spot near Alex's hiding place. With their hearts pounding and adrenaline coursing through their veins, they approached cautiously, knowing that one wrong move could cost them their lives. They materialized behind a towering oak tree, its ancient branches stretching towards the heavens. The tree seemed to stand as a guardian, providing a shield for them as they prepared to confront Alex and the merciless demon.

The sorceress, a woman with long black hair and eyes filled with hatred, wore a cunning smile amidst the darkness. With determined eyes, I summoned the power of the time element. Waves of time enveloped my being, forming an invisible shield that protected me from the sorceress's attacks. "You won't be able to stop us," I declared with a resolute voice, courage blazing amidst the dark night. "Cassian is our Alpha, and the promise he made with me is sacred. I will protect him with my life." The sorceress laughed cynically, her voice echoing among the embracing trees. "Love and promises won't stand a chance against my power," she sneered. "I will snatch your Alpha away and make his power mine."

the girl corrected me. The difference was that the witches used dark magic, and the sorceresses used light magic. And so, the magic is the same - love spells, lapels, potions and all that. Well, yes, the master of the vampire had to fall for the sorceress. Moreover, Chris is clearly not a simple sorceress, since she was not listed in our department. “So that’s how you dragged Mella into bed?” I laughed as I got into the car. Mell is my best friend and Christina's ex-boyfriend. The girl and Fox sat in the back seat. We had to go to some deserted place.

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.

72 house earlier: Alex: — You are before me once more Macedonian. Why have you summoned me? - The Sorceress demands, two voices seem to come out of her mouth forming her every word. — Ma'am. - I whisper lowering my head before her. She laugh, it’s not a happy laugh but a cold, cynical-sounding one. I raise my face to her and my little witch’s sweet little face has been replaced by a mask of mockery and evil I never thought I would see.