Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

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

“And this one is particularly strong. This speaks to expose a lot of sorcery and there are notes on how to master every kind.“ That was also awfully convenient. Why hadn't they mentioned it initially? Were they cautious of me? A pulse of heat burned up my spine. It was hope dressed like a dagger. “You’re saying we can hunt her?” Lorcan nodded once. “If you study the counter-scripts, you can trace dark sorcery while it’s in motion. The book also covers how to track the growth of forbidden sorcery. If sacrificial sorcery was in play, we would trace what those deaths are feeding.“ Tyler offered a low whistle, impressed despite himself. “So we find the cord, follow the scent, and drag her out by

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!"

I cower into myself and hear his mother make a sigh as she speaks next, “Sorah, you must learn the arts of magic. You will be initiated to our coven and become a Sorcerer.” What? “W-what do you mean by that?” I stutter with sheer surprise, unwilling to believe what she just said. I need to learn magic and become a sorcerer? Does this mean she’s one as well? The mistress draws a crafty smile onto her face as she nods her head to affirm my guess. “It’s not just Diana, I’m a sorcerer as well, as you shall become soon. It’ll boost the prestige and power of our family and place us on the very top.”

The sorcerer unleashed his most powerful spells, each one more devastating than the last, but we stood firm against the onslaught. With a mighty roar, King Edward charged towards the sorcerer, his sword held high as he called upon all his courage and strength. I unleashed a barrage of enchanted arrows, each one finding its mark amidst the enemy ranks. Together, we fought with an unbreakable determination, pushing back the dark forces that sought to overwhelm us. The sorcerer's face contorted with rage as he realized that victory was slipping from his grasp. With a final burst of dark energy, he unleashed a cataclysmic spell that tore through the battlefield, shaking the very foundations of t

Together, they carved a path through the sorcerer's forces, their movements fluid and precise, their hearts beating as one. But amidst the chaos of battle, a figure emerged from the shadows – the sorcerer himself, his eyes gleaming with malice as he unleashed a barrage of dark magic upon the battlefield. With each spell he cast, the ground trembled beneath their feet, the very air crackling with energy. With a cry of defiance, Kate charged forward, her sword raised high as she faced off against the sorcerer. "You will not win," she shouted, her voice filled with determination. "We will not let you destroy everything we hold dear."

Magic bled out of it in green smoke… it couldn’t run anymore. I shifted back to half-form and stood over it, panting, bloodied, still shaking from adrenaline. “What are you?” I growled. It chuckled bitterly. “A deal… is a deal.” It coughed again, black ichor seeping from its ribs. “My name is Sorren. I was once a sorcerer, rRuler of a ring in the magic circle right here in this region. But immortality… it seduced me, twisted my very nature. I altered my body, my soul, until all that remained was this…” its eyes flickered down to its body, “...a creature of immense power and no life.”

*** 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.