Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

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.

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.*

“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

Sonia halted and turned to look at Leo. “What are you talking about?” Sonia approached him and touched his forehead to search through his memory. She was presented with a picture of the wizard in the pack, giving the pack soldiers series of teachings. “As you know, you will be going up against the witches of that have plagued several packs for years. I would have you know that this journey is not for the one with the feeble legs but one with the strongest of hearts. This war requires a bit of aggression and aptly intellectual precision side by side. I informed your leader that you all would be needing salt in this war to try to weaken the Witches from attacking you. The next thing you will n

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.

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.

he retorted, launching into a flurry of calculated strikes aimed at Sorin's defenses. Their confrontation intensified amidst the swirling chaos of the vineyard grove. Sorin fought with determination fueled by the weight of his family's legacy and the newfound knowledge of their supernatural ties. Victor countered with ruthless precision, his every move calculated to gain the upper hand. As the battle raged on, Sorin felt a surge of elemental energy welling within him—a connection to the orb and its ancient powers. With a focused effort, he channeled this energy into his movements, enhancing his speed and strength.

And he could do it. Clasping his bitten hand with his palm, the sorcerer began to speak the words of the spell. He did not understand where the irrepressible anger rose in his chest, resurrecting the necessary slander in his memory. The spell of real estate fell on the walker, fettered her arms and legs, squeezed her throat, making it difficult to growl.