Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

Adding a little surprise to my expression. He laughed at my act, obviously buying it. “It’s at the bottom of the pyramid. All it does is make the cuts deeper. There’s better stuff when you speak of enchantments” From where I stood, I could see the bald spot on the center of his head. A really aged, short man. “Now I am intrigued. Would I be able to afford such?” “Depends on how much you are willing to pay” I dropped the fairy dust blade “I’m interested in that collection”

Give us the Heart, or be erased. "I’m not erasing anything!" I screamed back, stepping forward. I felt the heat of Dante’s power at my back, a protective wall of flame, but I knew I had to do this alone. "You were the ones who made the pact! You were the ones who decided that the Shadows needed a Scribe to keep the world in balance!" The spirit hissed, her translucent hand reaching out. She touched my forehead, and the world dissolved. I wasn't in the cabin anymore. I was in a void of pure white, surrounded by scrolls that stretched into infinity. The spirit stood before me, her form now solid. She wore the same style of Vance robes I’d seen in old portraits.

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

My men are loyal, and even though they fear for their lives, they do not have the audacity to deny my request because it is either they die by Venus or by my hand. I know that it is impossible to continuously cast spells for a long period. No matter how powerful a sorcerer you are, those spells will exhaust you faster because it feels like you are just doing little things, but at the end of the day, you end up expending a lot of energy. When you quantify all the spells, it is like you have cast a very powerful spell nearby. Then, you need to rest and regain your power again. That is the time when I will attack her, but I will keep on pursuing her until she budges.

A moment later, after regaining their senses, they all scrambled to speak. "I know! The dark sorcerer's inside the sorcerer's tower in the forest to the west of the city!" "Yeah, yeah! Wait, there are dozens of savage beasts guarding the place!" "Let me speak! The dark sorcerer can summon ghost armies and rain down fire that destroys worlds!" "Most importantly, he drinks human blood! They say it enhances his magical power!" … The five of them spoke over one another, sharing everything they knew about the dark sorcerer. Walter and Willow were stunned.

All around us, the welcoming atmosphere dissolves into utter chaos; shouts of alarm erupt from our pack members and our southern allies, their weapons hastily raised once more as they realize the true mastermind of the syndicate invasion has personally infiltrated our defensive lines through dark, forbidden sorcery. The air around us turns frigid, smelling intensely of scorched earth as Mercer’s dark sorcery seeks to drag me away from the only world I have ever known. Every muscle in my body contracts in a desperate fight against the suffocating pressure, my fingers clawing uselessly at the unbreakable iron plates of his forearm.

Isabella looked at me like I would look at a child who said something cute. “Yeah, they both do magic, but the magic is different. It comes from a different place,” she explained. “A witch’s magic comes from the base five elements: earth, air, fire, water and spirit and we normally have an affinity for just one of those. Like for me, I work well with fire,” and she held her left hand up and a small fireball appeared, “But a sorcerer’s magic, that works on a more multidimensional level. Space, time, mind and matter.” She threw the fireball in the air and then caught it.

“—is not Nora. This one, Luna, died in the forest.” I met his eyes, my own steady. “Did she, or was that what you wanted everybody to think?” The crowd fell silent once again. "My power burst forth. A faint shimmered around me, wavering as light. I glowed with bursts of gold and silver; it was no longer just my wolf energy but an ancient, godly glow. The ground vibrated with energy below me." Varek sneered, taking a step back. “This—this is sorcery! She’s possessed

The sorcerer of the shadows stepped forward, their voice resonating with authority. "Enough," they commanded, their tone cutting through the chaos. "Your pursuit of power has endangered Silverwood and all its inhabitants. I shall not allow it to continue." A surge of raw power radiated from the sorcerer, their magic intertwining with ours. The air hummed with a potent energy, and Selene's eyes widened in disbelief. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This cannot be." With a final burst of magical force, the sorcerer's spell collided with Selene's, rendering her powerless. She fell to her knees, defeated and consumed by her own darkness.

Maybe he was worth talking to. “You hate sorcery, huh?” I quirked a brow. He adjusted his stance. “I loathe it. You see, sorcery destroys like cancer. It eats deep into the heart and minds of the users until there's nothing left of them. I'm particularly angry at werewolves who think they won't be affected by using magical artifacts made from sorcery. What they don't understand is that they are no different.” “Exactly,” I affirmed. “And it's a perspective I wish to get into the heads of the people around here. They just don't get it.”