The Sorcerer's Apprentice Book Series Novels & Stories

I didn’t expect the charm to take so much energy from me. I couldn’t afford to lose them. They were too valuable to my search for the fifth element. He was there holding me, his brother and sister forgotten. “Apocalypse, what is wrong?” Getting me to lean against the wall, he looked me over. Sweat now dripped from my forehead onto my blouse and I was panting. I shook my head and raised my hand to make him stop fussing about me. I cleared my throat. “The guests, something is happening at my castle. I put a charm on the door of their chamber. If they would open it, I would sense it.” My voice cracked with the effort it took me to talk.

"That's it here in Ravenclaw's dormitories. Let's go to the next one." Erik then exits the room, followed by Professor Flitwick and the Aurors, and walks back to the Common Room. Arriving on it, he calls for Susan. "Susan, did you find any pattern?" "Of course I did, Erik. The books missing are the ones on Rituals, the introductory volumes to healing, enchantment, alchemy and magecraft, and all the books on human behavior and non-magical literature." *sigh* Erik sighed listening to her report. Professor Flitwick was alarmed at that.

The book looks ancient, in an intriguing way, old leather binds the pages together. “Come look at this.” I call over to Creed. Skimming my fingers along the cover. It’s so beautiful, I start skimming the first few pages seeing simpler spells like, blindness spell, forgetness spell, protection spell, as I keep scanning each page the spells get more and more complicated. “What did you find?” Creed asks when he gets up to me. “My mothers spell book… there are some very complicated spells In this.” I whisper out loud. Creeds pov.

He moved with purpose, like he knew exactly where everything was without having to look. Six books landed on the table in front of me with a series of heavy thuds. "Advanced Elemental Manipulation," Cornelius announced, tapping the first book with one claw. "Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. The Spellweaver's Handbook. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. And Bloodlines and Power." "That's a lot." "You asked for the strongest." He flew to the front of the room, toward the platform where that strange spiral book spun endlessly. The one with no front or back page. No clear beginning or end.

The flames around them flicker wildly. The little prince cries louder. Stephen flinches with every sound. “Place him on the altar,” the sorcerer instructs. Marco steps forward. The makeshift stone altar is nothing more than an old rock, but the energy that radiates from it is dark, pulsing, almost alive. He lays the child down. The boy’s cries turn to screams. Stephen can’t breathe. Marco stands back, his eyes gleaming with triumph. The sorcerer begins to chant. Low guttural sounds. Words no mortal should hear.

"Just hear me out with what I say." Turning his attention to me, I watched as his eyes moved towards my middle. "Abagail and Aurora are tied to something, something that makes them stronger than any rider or Dragon known to history..." Moving his gaze to meet mine, I felt a chill run down my back. "The Sacred Cave of Noelle and The Great Book."

I had sensed something was off, but I had no idea just how crucial that book was. Sylvia continued, her tone steady despite the implications of her words. “The Book of Enchantments isn’t just any ancient text. It holds the power to destroy the very fabric of the Universe. The spells within it are beyond comprehension, so potent that only the strongest wizards and witches could ever hope to perform them. Kalazar knows this. And that’s why he needs it.”

Another way to appeal to non-magic users to sell and make money. It took a lot longer than I would like to admit, but I can now proudly say that I can tell the difference between most common potions. Knowing that it is a skill that witches need to have in order to progress in their learning, I made sure to take whatever notes I could on each potion I made. A grueling process that has helped me better in another important skill. I’m also able to create the most common potions.

We use the best among us to investigate and we share as oracles in all the packs and clans because we have the same goal: protect our saviours and homes," he says and I respect him more the more I learn about him. I go through the book quickly and it also has a lot of spells but they don't seem ancient as the bigger volume. The Caspers Grimoire is calling to me and I feel like I have grown an affinity to it and I want to start with it. "I want to start with the Caspers Grimoire," I tell him after I am done skimming though both volumes. "Okay. Training starts tomorrow at five in the morning," he says and wraps up the books and puts them back in their magical shelves. I am ready.

Riley comments. “Piss off, Riley. I fucking hate this class. I don’t understand any of this, and if I don’t pass this final, then I won’t pass this class.” Sapphire states. I sit down and look at what she is doing. She has papers and other shit for her math class strewn all over the large table in front of the couch. I would offer to help her, but math is not my strong suit. Arle peeks over to see what she is doing and starts laughing. If looks could kill, Arlo would be dead. I watch them as Arlo tells her that he is a math genius, which is accurate, and that he will help her. I cringe when she lets out a scream and jumps into his arms. She lets out another squeal when some of her