Sorcière / Sorcier Novels & Stories

The candlelight bled across the ancient pages of the grimoire, illuminating words of power that had not been spoken in centuries. Soraya’s finger traced the swirling script, her voice a low murmur in the silent tower room. The spell was a simple one, a ward of protection. She had performed it a dozen times before. But tonight, a drop of sweat fell from her brow, smudging a critical sigil. She did not notice.

- You too! He waved his staff, dozens of spikes flew towards the people. Maetjer held out his open palms to meet them, the spikes crashing against the green-flaming air. The sorcerer roared furiously, a sparkling beam of energy erupted from his hand, slashed through the air like a bright whip, and struck Matzher in the chest. He stepped back slightly, caught the tip of the beam with his palm, and seemed to pull the sorcerer.

And yeah now that she mentioned, I'm interested in knowing too "You should practice the spell more often" He responded "What do you mean? Are you trying to say that I'm not good at it? Just so you know, I am a very great sorceress, and no one can break my spells except me" She informed proudly "Well then, maybe I know someone greater whom you don't know about" Arnold responded nonchalantly "That's impossible…" she couldn't complete her statement as Freddy interrupted “This doesn't make any sense,” Freddy said again. I was beginning to get worried

“I don’t want to know if I’m evil. I’ve gone my whole life without using magic. I don’t need to use it. But I do need to figure out what happened to Winter.” “Then, you’re going to have to get help from someone else.” Glinda snapped her fingers, and a business card appeared. It was black, with gold lettering on it. Mordred Orkney, Wizard. “Wizard?” Nora asked. “I thought male witches were called warlocks.” “They are,” said Glinda, “wizards aren’t warlocks. Wizards are humans that use magic like drugs. They inject it into their system. They’re not born with it. Enchantresses are the same thing.”

I couldn't stop myself from asking She laughs "You thought and heard wrong dear. Of course, witches and sorcerers both make use of spells and magic to practice. Witches and wizards are born with the powers while anybody can become a sorcerer if they know the right spell to use. Witchcraft is associated with good intentions while sorcerers and sorcery are for the opposite, so there's a whole world of difference between us." "I see..." I say with a nod but in actual fact, I didn't see anything. She didn't manage to successfully convince me about the goodness of witchcraft. She only added sorcerers and sorcery to my growing list of bad people on earth

Emily smiled gratefully and two of them sat down on mats that had already been placed for them. Two women and two men came in and stood before them. "Can you tell by looking which one is the most powerful and decipher who's the witch, wizard, and sorcerer amongst them?" Emily closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. "You should know that the difference between these three is that. Witches cast spells, and are nothing without spells and potions. Wizards are witches who have read and read till they've memorized the spells. They've gone deeper and done serious research and now possess more knowledge than the average witch, that translates to power. While witches have to call out the spells wit

“By the shadows that dance, by the moon’s embrace, I call upon the dark powers to amplify my grace!” Her spells crackled with energy, weaving together a tapestry of malevolent magic. “As Alice learns to wield the elements, I will harness the storms of chaos,” Corazon vowed, her eyes glowing with wicked intent. “With my spells, I shall control the winds and command the fire! Soon, she will be no match for me.” As the night wore on, Corazon delved deeper into her dark arts, channeling her energy into spells that shimmered with dark allure. Each incantation brought forth new powers, but they came with a price.

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

The location of the noble's tea club was indeed in the centre of the capital. It was natural that everyone, not only those from within the club but also the passersby and people working around there had started to gather around to watch. "What do you mean sorcery?! I-I-I'm not a sorcerer!" cried Cecilia. Harriet laughed softly. "Then what if not Sorcery, a combination of magic arts and alchemy?" asked Harriet, causing Cecilia to gasp in disbelief. Sorcery is… a combination of magic and alchemy?

“What are you doing?” She didn’t respond, crouching to draw intricate symbols on the floor with my blood. The motions were precise, almost mechanical, and low murmurs spilled from her lips—a chant in a language I couldn’t begin to understand. “Things seen and things not seen, let this girl walk in between. Though they look, they shall not see. Grant invisibility, for I am Arson, Sorcerer of Furvus, and it harm none, so mote it be.” The blood began to glow faintly, casting eerie, flickering shadows across the walls.