Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

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

The sorcerers fixed their gaze on me. It looks like they figured out that my strength is not enough to fight against this many opponents at the same time. They just need to bombard me with whatever attack to preoccupy me and their General will soon find the right timing to strike. To accomplish this, the sorcerers began to recite an incantation. "…" Their lips started to move quickly. "O striae tenebrarum! Attende cantilenam nostram, Quia in ipso aurorae periturus est!"

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.

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.”