Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

[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.

Bob agreed but he said that his magic type was body strengthening and that he was only at the base of it. Yman said that it was fine as long as he could block the monster's charge for once. Bob nodded. Next, he asked Chloe. She said that her magic was materializing a shockwave. And that she could only use it once daily, since like Bob, she was also at the base of it. Yman thought for a while and asked her about the impact. She replied saying that it could lift a van but not completely sure. He smiled and nodded. Mai also joined them, but Brai chose not to go.

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."

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.

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."

I couldn’t even figure out the right question to ask. “That’s Kimball,” Dor said, his voice tight. I’d never heard him more than casually interested. This was the Dor-version of freaked the fuck out. “That’s —” He dissolved into a string of words in his own ear-twisting language, spat out in a fury. “That’s necromancy, that’s a fucking abomination. It’s meant to make him invincible, but he won’t come back from that, not as himself.” Dor turned to me, his face set. “Stay here. Do not go more than five feet from the spell circle. You’re hidden here, from the weres, at least.”