Sorcière / Sorcier Novels & Stories

“Sora Mirabella, you have the honor of an audience with Alpha Regent Bronx Andreas Mason.” “Sora Mirabella?” Alpha Bronx nods toward the phone. “Sora means sister, correct? Are you a witch, ma’am?” “I am a witch, yes, but probably not the kind you are accustomed to speaking to.” She says cryptically. “I am a Caretaker.”

I say with swelled heart. "This pack is under the spell of a wicked sorceress......"

In Clive's home Pulling the covers tight and tucking my hands under my armpits, I tried to hide the trembling that was shaking my body. I just felt cold. That's all. “Possibly, but most likely a sorcerer. Demons don't have the concentration needed to put in that much effort to kill. The sorcerer, however, uses the demon's knowledge and power to enhance his spells. I could be wrong, but I guess we're looking for a black witch who's crossed over into sorcerer territory,” Dave said.

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) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)

My parents had warned me, always, about witches and warlocks. They told me their kind was dangerous, not only because of their powers but because of their nature. Manipulators, deceivers, creatures who sought control over everything the Four Courts had once held. As a child, those words had lodged in me like thorns. I grew up afraid of shadows that might have been theirs, convinced that even their names held power.

Joan tentatively asked, looking at the door. "Magic, of course." "Witchcraft!" She said with wide eyes again. Her rescuer chuckled at it again. "Yes and no, at the same time. You see, Joan, Witchcraft or wizardry, that is the correct term used for males, is when a person utilizes magic through a magical focus, normally a wand or a staff. Since I don't need to use a focus anymore to use my magic, it's called magecraft." He corrected her. "Ohh."

My first meeting with her. “Freku sa tilolo fis eku nas ti lalin.” He chants, making the whole place instantly dirt-free. “And here I was, thinking it’s -ti lalon.” I say about the spell “Ti lalon or ti lalin, can go both ways depending on who is using it; A warlock or a Witch.” He tells me “Well, I did know that some words are gender specific but I just never thought it would have to do with a single letter.” I mutter thoughtfully

she sneered, her breath hot on my skin. This was… “Black magic.” The words felt like lead on my tongue, burning through me like acid. “Wow, you’re so smart, Sylphiette.” She remarked snarkily, but it was the cold press of a silver metal that glinted across my vision that had my breath tethering and I froze. “It’s called a distortion spell.” She whispered against my ear. “A forbidden magic that allows the user to break through or even manipulate all sorts of magic.” She explained, letting the words settle over me.