Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

Uncle Tom had told me. I did. But I had returned and watched in horror as the sorcerer strolled through our village. Dressed in black and followed by licking black tongues of smoke. He lifted his hand, and a man running at him with a blade was thrown back an impossible distance until he slammed into a tree and slid up it as though lifted by an invisible man. Then his neck craned to the side with a loud snap and he dropped limply. "Warlord." King Detry called. Making the sorcerer turn.

I find myself sitting up, concentratedly. "The Kard realm is a replica of our realm; witches, warlocks, werewolves, Lycans, fairies, goblins, elves and all sort of creatures. While the witches in our realm, engage more in spells, potions/herbs, tricks and magics, theirs’ entail more in dark arts manipulation and visions.

She smiled, “That would be great.” We walked to the kitchen, so that I could finish supper, when I saw another group of dark warlocks outside, trying to see in. I launched daggers at them and they all dropped. Lori asked, “How do you do that?” I laughed, “I have a bunch of daggers and spears premade so that I can do that. I tell the weapons where to stab them, and they do it.” She smiled, “That is such an amazing ability. I bet it has come in handy. I smiled, “It has. They are made of ice, but they don’t melt until I use them. Then they melt immediately. They are invisible to the enemy, but I have a spell on them that will make them melt immediately if anyone but me touches them or hands the

I was there when the prophecy was made, does he think I was a fool? “Do you perhaps know where we can post a classified advert for a pure-blooded witch surrogate for a tormented hybrid Alpha?” I ask, not hiding the sarcasm in my voice. Dr. Leeroy pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, as he goes about taking some medical equipment from his bag. I watch him as he opens up a syringe and starts filling it with medication.

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

The mansion trembled as the walls cracked, the darkness crumbling away. With a scream of defiance, Corazon summoned a vortex of darkness, its tendrils clawing at Alice’s defenses. Alice gritted her teeth, channeling the spirits’ power and her raw determination. Light met shadow in a final, thunderous clash that sent shockwaves through the room. The force of Alice’s final attack shattered the last remnants of Corazon’s dominion, sending the sorceress crashing to the ground. The mansion trembled as the dark energy dissipated, leaving Corazon gasping, weakened, and powerless. She stared at her hands in horror, her once-formidable magic nothing but a whisper of what it had been.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

At the same time, a ring of blood seemed to appear around him, which immediately condensed and formed. The frightening pressure instantly stunned everyone. Sebastian was knowledgeable, and he was the first to react as he blurted out, "It's an innate sorcery!" Caspian was shocked. He turned to the alpha gopher and swiftly understood what Sebastian was talking about. Due to the blood inheritance, which might be innate or acquired after, certain monsters would showcase some sorceries and not only rely on physical combat. Even though these sorceries were not too powerful, it was more than enough to handle their opponents, which would mostly be in the lower realms.

"The Matriarch has breached the inner rings." High on the palace terrace above the plaza, a contingent of elite Eastern sorcerers—purebloods who had spent their entire lives mastering the art of manipulating the elemental frequency of silver—gathered in a tight defensive circle. They held long, silver-tipped staves that thrummed with a volatile, glowing purple energy, their eyes completely black as they prepared to release a concentrated wave of suppression magic directly into the courtyard. "Focus the frequency on the girl!" the lead sorcerer commanded, his voice shaking with a mix of fury and raw panic. "She is the anchor! If we crush her mind, their entire army will scatter!"