Novel & Cerita The Sorcerer's Apprentice Book Series

Sebastian began to explain why so many of these books were up here before he turned his attention to the book in the centre, as I looked closer, it was a book I too knew very well. “The Sorcerers Creed, it’s f-follows the story of a young m-man who is banished from his pack and forced to b-brave the world alone. But through t-those hardships, he learns of what g-great power he holds and saves the world.” I smiled recalling the many times that I would curl up into a ball at home and read the pages over and over again, from the shock which sat on Sebastian’s face due to me also knowing the story, I knew I would need to explain.

*** Inside the bedroom, it was just the three of us. The sorcerer moved in complete silence. He set up a small table and began laying out strange artifacts—a silver dagger, a black candle, and several vials of thick liquid that smelled like death. He muttered under his breath, pacing in slow, steady circles, while Damon stood nearby, watching every movement. “Hmm…” the sorcerer muttered, causing Damon to raise a brow. “This is the weakest the spell has ever been. Something’s interfering.” I watched as Damon’s grip tightened.

The main antagonist of the first book of the Power series is Hades The main antagonist of the second book of the Power series is Lilith The main antagonist of the third book of the Power series is Vague The villain antagonist of the forth first book of the Power series is unknown BORN BY POWER, CHAOS AND APOCALYPSE TABLE OF CONTENT Chapter 1 - Prologue Chapter 2 - seeing beyond Chapter 3 - seeing the concealed Chapter 4 - Azazel's grip Chapter 5 - Discovering the hidden 1 Chapter 6 - Discovering the hidden 2 Chapter 7 - Horsemen of the Apocalypse Chapter 8 - Running from the unknown Chapter 9 --What Azazel brings Chapter 10 - The battle Chapter 11 - An Untold story Chapter 12- A tale of des

the sorcerer said. “You're awake!” the king said. “Yes.” “I need your help.” “What kind of help? A spell or two? Something complex?” “Yes.” “Leave it to me.” “I want you to scare someone.” “Easy.” The sorcerer entered the circle, looked at his sides, and started speaking the magical words. A layer of black smoke appeared around the circle. The sorcerer continued. Black figures formed from the black smoke. Their eyes were red as blood, their teeth were sharp as swords, their claws are spears, and their tails are a thunderbolt. The figures danced around the sorcerer. They were getting bigger and bigger. Their faces appeared from the blackness. Creatures from nightmares, there was no doubt, cre

I say, turning her face to me. Whatever I was about to say, falls away as a tidal wave of lust blasts through me. I turn to see Cyryl getting up from her nap where she was laying curled up with Bynjym. She hisses at him, then leaps into the air. She’s barely off the ground when Bynjym roars his intent as he, Thyyd, Yttyc, and the other bronzes all leap into the air after her. Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

He spat on the ground and burnt his enemies with his magical fire. Eric followed the sorcerer priest who ran around the battlefield—so fast. They moved sprightly that it seemed no one could see them anywhere. He finally grabbed a hold of the sorcerer priest’s loincloth. They stopped just a short distance from the two kings who were fighting against each other; both were already bruised and bloodied in their face, thighs and arms. “Stop… running… around!” He punched the sorcerer priest thrice right on the nose. The latter bled; his eyes seemed to curse Eric but the foreigner appeared to grow stronger every time while his powers got weaker by the time.

Thompson said. “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson,” Diana, Eric and Elise chorused. The older woman waved her hand and went out of the library. The five of them stared at the thick book once again. But five minutes passed by, nothing happened. “Uh, well. Let’s just eat something,” Kent suggested and was about to stand up when the book began to tremble all by itself and the five of them looked at it in perplexity. Colors of luminous gold, red, green, silver and pink burst out of the book and spread across the room. Then they felt something cold touch their entire body. Before they knew it, they were all sucked inside the book, screaming.

I gasped then free. Before the sorcerers could counter, the grey-cloaked figure moved again. The walls burst under pressure jets of water, sending bodies flying into stone with sickening thuds. “Get her!” someone screamed. They late, my luck. The stranger gripped my shoulder. A thin whirlpool of water spiralled around us—teleportation magic, and the room vanished. ** I sucked in a sharp breath as we appeared in the forest near Sapphire Water pack house. My back hit a tree, but the mysterious sorcerer stood tall, completely unshaken.

A rush of disbelief and awe crashed through me. “These old, withered bones are not keeping up as they used to. Taking you to the summit will let the world know that witches will not weaken, even if I am not as strong as I once was. It is time to show them my beautiful granddaughter, my heir, my apprentice.” Her eyes gleamed like iron under firelight. “You will soon become the High Witch. And now, Hana, is the time to start building allies. As I fear…” Her voice lowered, almost to a whisper. “War is upon us.”

Opening one of them would feel as if I am accepting the invitation, no the demand, to attend here. I'm here physically. Doesn't mean my heart or mind is. And my aunt hadn't even packed one book! She must have been so upset to forget to toss any in with my clothes. I stare down at the cold soup on a tray next to the list of tomorrow's classes. 8-9: Magical History 9-10: Magical Theory 10-11: Spells and Hexes 11-11:30: Lunch 11:30-12:15: Gym 12:20-1: Potions