Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

He cleared his throat and leaned forward on the couch, his hands entwined with one another and placed casually on his lap. “Now, it’s time you learned about your ancestry and how you came to be,” he told me. “As you know, there are three main sorcerer bloodlines. These three bloodlines are the most powerful in the world. They are broken down into three separate covens, each coven holds its own special abilities. The Amyrran coven specialized in potions, which included poisons and curses. The Sawol coven specialized in telepathy, and anything that has to do with the mind. The Wlanc coven, mine, specializes in prophecy. Most sorcerers tend only to have one major special power, a gift from the

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in

The force of his blow knocked the sorcerer off balance, buying us a moment of respite. "Now, Sophia!" he called out, his voice filled with urgency. I seized the opportunity, focusing my energy on a concentrated blast of pure light. The beam pierced through the sorcerer's defenses, engulfing him in radiant energy. The darkness within him wavered, weakened by the force of our united assault. As the sorcerer's form dissipated, a voice echoed through the chamber, chilling to the bone. "You may have won this battle, but the Order's plans are already set in motion. The darkness will consume everything."

I swallowed and quickly took my mind out of the gutter. “I know the only differences are our eyes and the scar he has on his face. My eyes flashes from green to an orangish gold. His eyes flash from green to blood-red.” “And why is that?” I asked. Since they were supposed to look the same, why did they have different eye colours? “Because red eyes mean he kills innocent creatures, and the Moon Goddess does not accept this. So Selene brands any wolf that kills a human or any other innocent creature with red eyes.” It was Meadow who explained it.

She found the sorceress waiting in her room, a faint, almost smug smile playing on her lips as Stephanie entered. "The items you requested," Stephanie said, holding herself steady. "They’re ready." The sorceress raised an eyebrow, a look of genuine surprise flitting across her face before it quickly disappeared. She nodded approvingly. "You have done well, Stephanie. A true testament to your dedication as a mother." She gestured to a small wooden table and pulled out a set of tarot cards, laying them out with practiced precision. She flipped over one, and a grim image stared up at them—a dark figure cloaked in shadow, holding a scythe.

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

I grinned from chin to Chin. I skimmed the incantation until my eyes fell on one line. “To sever the power of the divine, a powerful sorcerer must perform the binding with intent unbroken.” A sorcerer. Not just any. A powerful one. Who would I possibly meet, I thought. My eyes, still fixed on those lines. Only one name came to mind. Zephyr! He was our pack sorcerer, a dangerous choice. Unpredictable. But desperate times called for risky allies.

“Try again! Aren't you as powerful as you claim to be! You know no one leaves this pack alive without providing the answers I need!” The sorcerer, an old man with yellow teeth who was shaking now and was obviously scared for his life, started giving me double shots of the herbs and piercing me with a needle. I was in so much pain from the torture as I screamed, my back arching from the table they strapped me to. “I don't understand,” the sorcerer says to himself. “The bloodline is there, I can feel her silver wolf powers but it seems something is blocking it”

“Radcliff, The Firebreath! Beware of the red death! Power, Fire, Winner, Sorcerer! Let’s fight with our last breath!” Astrid was stunned. Her view was attached to the supporter movement, which consists of a bunch of sorcerers. They made repetitive movements in rhythm with the sound getting louder. Astrid could feel the aura pressure rising in the air. “Radcliff, The Firebreath! Beware of the red death! Power, Fire, Winner, Sorcerer! Let’s fight with our last breath!”