Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

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.”

However, for the orcs, a healing shaman can provide the same healing as a priest, and an elemental shaman can use offensive spells like a mage, which is enough, after all, many human mages can't play with many of their spells for a straight person like them. Seeing that they couldn't support themselves under the siege of humans, the centauress suddenly took out a metal token. “No good!” Christine saw the token and recognized it as a magic item, immediately consumed two spell slots to instantly launch a level one spell “Trance”, which could cause the target creature to fall into a trance, appearing frozen and unable to cast spells or use magic power to open magic items. Although there was a c

She’d dodged and weaved, her movements fluid and unpredictable, her lupine agility proving more than a match for the sorcerer’s arcane bindings. She’d seen an opening, a moment where his concentration wavered, his acolytes faltering under the ferocity of her attack. With a burst of speed, she'd closed the distance, her spear a blur of motion. It wasn't aimed at him, but at the staff he held. The impact sent a shockwave of energy through the air, shattering the glowing emerald, the arcane power recoiling upon the sorcerer. He’d cried out, clutching his hand, his spell broken. His acolytes, their magical focus disrupted, had scattered, their illusions dissolving like smoke.

“Yeah, it is. But it's not always that easy, sometimes the natural energy of a sorcerer isn't enough nor is it required for certain magical acts and in such cases, sacrifices or or use of magical objects will be used, has to be used.” “But if the ANTI is a book, how come it has magic, shouldn't it be a book of spells?” “The ANTI isn't like any other book, it's magic itself, magic beyond anything anyone has ever seen.” She continued to tell me more about the book and how powerful it was. I listened carefully though I was still almost lost in all of it as it was really overwhelming. Imagine learning more about myself and the supernatural world in such a short period of time. All my life, I had

He smiled at us, revealing his bloody lips as blood trickled down the edge of his lips. Suzy closed her eyes and started chanting incantations, she controlled every molecule present in the air and directed it towards the map to have a lead of some sort but instead, the map caught fire-- every part of it leaving nothing but burnt ashes on the table and burnt-out candles. "How is that possible?" I stood up immediately not understanding how and what went wrong. "It is simple actually, he is cloaked by magic. After all, he is a powerful warlock that won't do anything to stay anonymous considering the fact that he has upset a powerful family." Suzy raised her brow and grinned at everyone present.

She has been here countless times but she still can't wrap her head around his kind of sorcery. Even Malam mai yanka can't pull it off. She would've easily learnt from Kallakwaso but Kallakwaso doesn't share his sorcery, like he always says whenever she asks him why he doesn't teach sorcery "a magician never reveals his secret. Moreover my sorcery isn't a normal kind. It comes from a very dark and strong source and if you aren't black, cold hearted, you can't practice it. Someone like you is too weak and will end up dying."

I lift it, my heart tightening, and for once the words are clear enough to read. *Twin draco from obsidian stone For who will prevail may sit thy throne, The forgotten one will rise awake Balls of magic, so little to take. Crystal fortress of missing stone, Find by the stealer of the sacred bone, Once you leave, consider it the last, For no one sees her more than once.*

- **Passive 2: Blood Shift** – Shift into any creature/person/myth (No limit; Perfect mimicry). - **Active 1: Crimson Forge** – Manipulate blood as weapon/armor (HP Steal on hit). - **Active 2: Ruby Resurrection** – Revive pack w/ blood price (Self-deducts). - **Ultimate: Sanguine Eclipse** – Flood area w/ controllable blood ocean (Drowns armies). **Deep Script Branch (Sovereign – Unlocked)** - **Passive: Script Fluency** – All 1,000+ lines available; rewrite minor laws.

Inside was a shimmering dark-purple powder. Its scent was faint but sharp enough to sting my nose. Sulfur. And dead flowers. "This is Sorrow's Root mixed with dark witchcraft from the Western Coven, Remiora's faction," Gabriel whispered. "It's an emotional severing spell. If consumed regularly, it cuts the victim's emotional bond with the person they love most, making cruel decisions seem logical inside their mind." My world tilted. My heart pounded so hard that my ears rang. So Luxian's sudden change...

His eyes gleamed with a mix of malice and satisfaction as he beheld the triad. "You have come far, Moon Goddess Descendant," the sorcerer sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But your journey ends here. I will harness the power of these artifacts and reshape the supernatural world according to my desires." Andrea, Jax, and Rachel stood tall, their resolve unshaken. They knew that the sorcerer's defeat was not only crucial for the safety of their community but also for the fulfillment of Andrea's destiny. With a shared nod, they unleashed their combined strength, each tapping into their unique abilities to counter the sorcerer's dark magic.