Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

“Can it bring me home?” “I’m not sure dear. It brought you here, but you’ll need to speak to a wizard.” “Wizards are a thing? I thought it was a witch’s amulet?” Corvu provides his answer with distaste, “Witches have been hunted almost to extinction. There aren’t any left, at least not ones anyone is aware of.” My head spun. For maybe the hundredth time today I feel my heart race. I try to breathe but my throat feels like ice. A voice echoes in my ears. “Hey? Girl?” My vision comes back into focus. Corvu is standing in front of my face holding my shoulders. Clearly, whatever this place is, personal space is not a common courtesy.

“Yeah, it is. But it's not always that easy, sometimes the natural energy of a sorcerer isn't enough nor is it required for certain magical acts and in such cases, sacrifices or or use of magical objects will be used, has to be used.” “But if the ANTI is a book, how come it has magic, shouldn't it be a book of spells?” “The ANTI isn't like any other book, it's magic itself, magic beyond anything anyone has ever seen.” She continued to tell me more about the book and how powerful it was. I listened carefully though I was still almost lost in all of it as it was really overwhelming. Imagine learning more about myself and the supernatural world in such a short period of time. All my life, I had

He stepped between us to pluck the ring from Avery's fingers before she could slide it on. He studied it, turning it every which way, even holding it up to the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. "How did he manage that?" "Manage what?" I asked, a sinking pit growing in my stomach. "I told you my magic is based around Earth, right? Well, metal and gemstones are as much a part of earth as plants are. But what I see here is - I just can't figure out how a Necromancer could possibly produce a Witch's spell as intricate as this."

“What are you doing?” She didn’t respond, crouching to draw intricate symbols on the floor with my blood. The motions were precise, almost mechanical, and low murmurs spilled from her lips—a chant in a language I couldn’t begin to understand. “Things seen and things not seen, let this girl walk in between. Though they look, they shall not see. Grant invisibility, for I am Arson, Sorcerer of Furvus, and it harm none, so mote it be.” The blood began to glow faintly, casting eerie, flickering shadows across the walls.

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."