Sorcière / Sorcier Novels & Stories

The sorcerers fixed their gaze on me. It looks like they figured out that my strength is not enough to fight against this many opponents at the same time. They just need to bombard me with whatever attack to preoccupy me and their General will soon find the right timing to strike. To accomplish this, the sorcerers began to recite an incantation. "…" Their lips started to move quickly. "O striae tenebrarum! Attende cantilenam nostram, Quia in ipso aurorae periturus est!"

My heart starts to ache from the memories- let’s not go back to the terrible times- we've moved forward since then. Also, I learnt about different types of witches and the difference between wizards and sorcerers- oh yeah, there’s a difference. Incantation is chanting words or phrases while enchanted means you’re under a spell. That invocation are binding forces, to invoke spirits or mystical energies Ritualistic is the usage of runes or symbols to represent connections. Artefacts are when objects like a talisman is what symbolises the bond, or rings. I also learnt other creatures existed, I previously thought were brought to life on the pages of books. Jax confirmed this as well

"It’s the work of sorcery and black magic. I’m afraid there’s nothing more we can do here. You’ll need a healer—someone who understands the magic that’s causing this." Sorcery? Black magic? This couldn’t be happening.

His voice was low, calm, a whisper that scratched against my bones. “Don’t bother,” the man said. His eyes were sharp, his smile thin. “Your strength is bound. Your Alpha blood, your wolf… all of it is held down.” I froze. A sorcerer. I hadn’t seen one before, but I knew what they were. Dangerous. Ruthless. Men who twisted power into chains invisible and unbreakable.

Once registered the deity's name, a pact was automatically agreed. The owner of the system deity was called MAGICIAN. Right, every person who owned a system deity was called a magician. "Oh, maybe he's making an arrow again." Miss Pai said. Sistela asked unconsciously. Yman was currently walking towards the apartment. On the street, he saw many people running everywhere. Commotions? He asked himself. "Monsters were attacking at the east gate!" A pale person shouted while running. Monsters at the east gate? He thought.

[Mana Mastery] [Magic Mastery] [Dark Magic] [Space Magic] [Enchant Magic] [Psychic Magic] [Evil Eyes] [Abyss Magic] [Martial Art] [Magic Craft] Sub skills: [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance] [Evil Eye of Distortion] [Evil Eye of Illusion] [Evil Eye Grudge] [Mana Records] [Take Over] [Telekinesis] [Space Maneuver] [Force Field] [Pain infliction] [Provocation][Dark Manipulation] [Curse Magic] [Puppet Mastery] [Totem Magic] [Witchcraft] [Necromancy] [Time Arc] [Archive] Tittles: [Expert dancer] [Noble lady] [Reincarnated] [Devious Schemer] [Harold of the Abyss] [Novice Sorceress] [Merciless] [Torturer] [Justice Bringer] [Master of Familiars] [Inheritor of Akistor’s records] I have quite a lot of skill

I started hearing the witches voice Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)

and my jaw dropped as she smiled and closed her hand and the flame disappeared. “To be fair, I’m more like a witch with a kick,” she shrugged, “but with practice, I get better.” “So what we did just now, was that witch or sorcerer magic?” I asked. “That was sorcerer magic,” she stated. “I reached into your own energy field to see where the corruption was. A witch cast can do that but all they would have got was that there was corruption. A sorcerer cast can tell you the shape and size, how it’s connected, where in your field it is, etc.” I thought about it for a while.

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.

"I am a perfect hybrid myself. That's another reason I'm happy you're my mate. I'm an Alpha wolf too." "Alpha?” she asked in shock. “Yeah. But I’m a lone Alpha.” “You’re a werewolf and wizard," she muttered. "I'm not a wizard. I'm a sorcerer." "Sorcerer?" "I do hold the title of a wizard but I'm a sorcerer in truth. Wizards become warlocks after years of practising. Not all become one in their lifetime. But I’m a sorcerer, a rank higher than both and sorcerers isn’t something a wizard achieves. They are born. A warlock has to bow before a low-ranked sorcerer even.”