Sorcière / Sorcier Novels & Stories

“What is wrong with a witch in the covenant?” I asked Zephyr and Elm, completely oblivious to it. They took a glanced at each other. Something is definitely worrying the two of them. Zephyr sat down with me, and begin the whole explanation in order. “You already know about the sorcerer as a part of the mystic blood, right?” Said Zephyr and he even browse pictures for me, “This is what human believes in, but the truth, there are two types of sorcerer, the witch and the spell caster, witch deal with premonition, enchantment and potions, while the spell caster deal with spells.”

continued Bibler, “just because he can, doesn’t mean he will. He doesn’t like sorcerers, he himself being a warlock.” “What’s the difference between a sorcerer and a warlock?” asked Claire. “Oh, it’s very straightforward,” said Bibler. “Warlocks kill sorcerers.”

she asked, following him to the doorway. “Wizards are trained,” Gabriel explained, opening the vial and dipping his finger into the liquid. “They study spells and rituals, often relying on external tools—like wands, potions, and grimoires. Sorcerers, on the other hand, are born with magic in their veins. It’s instinctive, something that comes from within.” He crouched, drawing a sigil on the floor with the blue liquid. The lines glowed faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat. Erika leaned closer, her curiosity overtaking her hesitation.

"It's a matter of life and death." "I wasn't talking to you." Ciara said with a dead tone. This got Daniel angry and he ceased from speaking to her. "Remember my mother taught me a lot of sorcery and witchcraft." "That's not the right word to use." Ciara said. "Your mother trained you to master witchcraft. Saying it in this manner makes you sound like a great wizard." "I am not a wizard." Alexander immediately denied. "But you can count yourself as one. If you want, that is."

I had been busy thinking of them, how I felt about them, what my thoughts were of the whole situation and more importantly, I hadn't been able to keep my mind off the sorceress. What had Quinn called her? I sighed. I didn't even know what to call the sorceress. He had said that she was a genderless dark wizard who could switch forms. It sent a shudder to me to know that someone could be a male or a female anytime they wished without going through an operation.

“Is that smell cherry and Vanilla?” “Good guess.” Cain said. “Oren won’t smoke anything else.” “I would if I had to, I guess. I just don’t have to.” Oren puffed out a cloud of white smoke. “Now that we’re full and settled, time to get down to business.” Cain said. “First of all, as you can see by the conjuring of the food and drink, the magic here is plentiful.” He was talking directly to Loril now. “But it isn’t that way all over.” He took Loril’s hand, “You and I are Charmers, as Oren indicated. Female Charmers are better known as Diabolists.”

to glow faintly in the candlelight, almost as if they were alive. "You're a witch," Seraphine breathed quietly, the realization hitting her like a bolt of lightning. She had suspected that Soraya was not just an ordinary being, but the world had not heard of witches in decades. Their existence had been told in stories, but she never imagined meeting a witch in person. "I've never met a witch before." Soraya nodded, a sad smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I am, Luna. And it is my duty to tell you about this. To teach you what you need to know, and to stand by your side as you fulfill your destiny." Moments later, Soraya led Seraphine through a narrow hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking u

The bite of that beam at my back was the only thing grounding me in this world, as I threatened to tumble into a world of our own making. He pulled away marginally, our breaths panting, the mist of them mixing together visibly in the cold night air. “Ma sorcière manque et mon objectif, est de lui plaire, mais elle doit me donner quelque chose en retour.” (“My witch is wanting, and I aim to please her, but she must give me something in return,”) his husky voice growled.

Thaddious-Black Magic- Caverns-Sorceress's Layer "Can you fix me?!" I demanded of the Sorceress Cordia. She was really starting to piss off. Cordia rubbed her palm across the black pool inside her cauldron. There appeared an image of a young woman sitting in front of a mirror. "First, we have to get the antidote." She said. She used her powers to get inside the woman's relm. We both heard the spell the witch was trying to cast on herself. Cordia looked at me.

My dearest dark sister. That’s what she called me. That’s what she has always called me. In our dark witch circles, “dark sister” is a term of respect between practitioners who have sworn themselves to dark sorcery, the kind of witch magic that goes way beyond just simple hexes or potions and rather dives more into blood rituals, soul-binding curses, and even death spells.