Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

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.”

Sable's eyes narrowed with determination as she recognized the source of this sinister presence: Zephyr, the ancient sorcerer who had long been rumored to be behind the encroaching darkness. With a fierce yell, Sable rallied her warriors, their spirits reignited by the sight of their leader's unwavering resolve. They fought with renewed vigor, pushing back against the darkness with every ounce of their strength. The clash of weapons and the crackling of magic filled the air as they surged forward, determined to break through. Jericho's blades moved in a blur, slicing through shadowy figures with precision. Torin's magic intensified, creating fierce gusts of wind that ripped through the darkn

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.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

Erebus said. "Wow, that's interesting." Kitty fell into deep thinking, "Do you think it could mean the freedom of this curse? Like, free for werewolves of being weak on a blood moon night?" "Then the ballad needs both a werewolf, AND a sorcerer." Erebus thought into that possibility. "Why not? Maybe that's why no witches or wizards have ever broken it yet, because they are not a werewolf at the same time." "Interesting thoughts." Erebus said, thinking about what makes that kind of sorcerers special -- the soul link! They are born to be able to link their soul with one another!

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

They usually make jokes, and when people laugh, they absorb their energy. Haunters— An alchemist feeding on other people's fear and using it to scare enemies. Sometimes, they can use it to cast spooky illusions. Provokers— An alchemist that absorbs anger— either from a person, or an animal— and uses it to steal other people's strength, or temporarily copy their powers. Scourger— An alchemist that absorbs others' pain and uses it to heal and strengthen themselves.

" You know who , Mardy, only she can cast a dark spell this powerful, She must have read the stars, the white sorceress awakening is at hand so she sent her minions to intercept us" "And my magic isn't working on them" She broke it to Mardy,who now has the look of horror visible on her face. " I'm afraid we have to use combat Mardy, it's nothing we can't handle." " But,my Lady, it's three against two and none of us can wield a sword not that we have any" " Enough of the whisperings Seer!Your journey ends here–" he was interrupted when a dagger flew past him and drove into the heart of one of them who turned into dust after coming in contact with the silver dagger.