Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

He drops the satchel beside the altar. Inside it, the ritual components wait. Everything he’d stolen, bartered, bled for. Arwan unrolls the cloth and begins. Salt. Bone dust. A single black feather. One fingernail from a wolf. One tooth from a man. A sliver of silver so pure it burns his fingertips. The sorcerer doesn’t ask for simple things. His hand shakes slightly as he slices across his palm. Blood drips, thick and reluctant, into the center of the altar. The symbols carved into its surface begin to pulse faintly, as if breathing.

[Ifrit (Carmine robe): Mastery of burning sand Djinn (Midnight Blue Robe): Sand illusion mist user Marid (Dark green robe): Ability to manipulate poisonous sand Shaitan (Black robe): Enigmatic control over black sand] "These leaders, known as sorcerers, are the source of the problem.." Watson clarified. "..They utilize a form of sorcery known as 'Sand Sorcery.' It is a mystical art that allows them to wield the sand present throughout Aridfrost as a formidable weapon. Their targets have never survived these encounters, and their operations are conducted with such discretion that there are minimal records available, apart from fleeting testimonies given by dying witnesses.."

Her arrows had become a manifestation of her empathy and determination. Kael: The sorcerer, who had harnessed chaotic energy, felt a fusion of elemental and arcane magic within him. He could now weave spells that combined the elements with his arcane prowess, creating devastating effects that defied conventional magical boundaries.

KIND HERBALISTS AND HELPFUL WEREWOLVES ARE GONE. Elizabeth and Anais formed a pact-to make humans suffer forever.

Someone like a knight in shining armor. Bob and the others were shocked at the sudden turn of events. Yman was about to succeed but how come his resonance with his deity suddenly canceled?! They anxiously looked at the instructors. Even if Bob, Chloe, and Mai would rescue him, they definitely won't succeed because they were lacking in strength. Both of them have average scores on the evaluation exam. It means that their magic and strength were not strong enough to easily kill one of those monsters that were rank C.

Oh sweet Abyss, you are not against me fooling around a little with those chimps right? Alright me! I should not slack off! I should already master those spells! Did I mention that my class is [Sorceress]? Its description says it’s the class of magic users that can use all kinds of magic without any kind of restriction or taboo. It’s in a way a class equal to higher than saint, after all saints can never use witchcraft or totem magic or example. But they can draw power from “belief” and “faith”… which is completely OP in a way!

Unknowing, the Dumont power gave me the edge I needed to break the hold of the call to feed. Smaller clumps of power slid around me now, crying piteously, tiny seeds of families long gone. I sank deeper, anchoring to the Dumont power, my sorcery's flower opening, petals gaping wide, mouth of blackness calling me home. For the first time, I let my sorcery have its way without holding back, absorbed the taint of it, the destructive magic of using one thing's power for another thing's gain. Unlike witchcraft, demon magic, even Sidhe power, sorcery was based in the utter obliteration of the source of its magic.

"Your mastery over elemental magic and your unwavering loyalty make you an ideal candidate. Will you join this quest?" Felicity, standing tall and resolute, stepped forward. "I will, Supreme Sorcerer. I shall serve our coven with all my power." Constantine nodded, then turned her gaze to Freya, a witch known for her unparalleled knowledge of ancient spells. "Freya, your expertise in ancient magic is unmatched. Will you lend your talents to this mission?" Freya, her expression one of fierce determination, stepped forward to join Felicity. "I pledge my abilities to our cause, Supreme Sorcerer."

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.

The captured werewolves and witches were bound around him, their energy being siphoned into a swirling vortex of magic. Gabriel's eyes snapped open, locking onto us with a look of pure malice. "You're too late, Emily," he sneered, his voice echoing with supernatural power. "The ritual is nearly complete. Soon, all the power of Silverwood Falls will be mine." "We won't let you do this," I shouted back, stepping into the circle, the amulet glowing brightly. "This ends now." Gabriel laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You think you can stop me? You have no idea of the forces you're dealing with."