Witch Sorcery Novels & Stories

“I only know two things for sure. YOU will be my Alpha. And something big is coming that I need to help you prepare for. So I do not see a point in waiting. I am mated to one of your pack members and will not be rejecting him and if I am to help you with things that are to come, the more time to prepare the better.” We could only gape at her for a second before Trajan managed to prompt a response, “This needs more explanation. Can you start with sorcerers versus other magic users? We don’t know much beyond witches and fae.” Tyko seemed to relax slightly now that we were engaging instead of just turning her down, “So you’ll have the basic understanding that witches and fae have to draw their

“Yes, and if I was not a high breed I would have been trapped in it. I feel like he has done it to more people. I remember that after the day I brought Andy back, she started acting strange. Saying she loved him and we all know Andy couldn’t have feelings for anyone just like that and even if she wanted to, it wouldn't be that sudden.” Lucas said, reminding everyone. “This shit is deep, how do we combat it? Do the books not say anything about that type of sorcery.” Liam asked, a bit of frustration in his voice. I flipped my book to a page I felt could be helpful here. I showed it to them… “It says here that a good sorcerer can use the art of a puppeteer on persons of inferior strength or peo

"Why?" "Because unlike ordinary magic spells or potions from alchemy, Sorcery changes personalities and corrupts its victims. People who were good, humble and loyal, will become so cunning, a narcisist and a traitor. Sorcery brings out the greatest desire within us and bends it into something vile," explained Axias. Ezekiel was silent. His greatest wish was to live happily with his true love, Harriet, but Cecilia's Sorcery forced him to hate her. Because of that, he made a nonsensical excuse that justified his decision to cheat on Cecilia and approach Harriet, belittling her and making bad assumptions about her.

He revealed his actual identity, a monstrous visage warped by black magic and driven by an insatiable ambition for domination. The clash of magical powers filled the air as Luna and Arlon resisted the sorcerer's unrelenting attack. Luna's abilities, which had been completely awakened and polished throughout her voyage, erupted in magnificent displays of light and elemental energy. Arlon, a seasoned fighter, went blow for blow with the sorcerer, his ability and experience proving vital in their struggle.

The forest around me seemed to hold its breath, the very air charged with the intensity of our confrontation. Time seemed to blur, seconds stretching into eternity as I wrestled with the sorcerer's influence. My mind felt like a battleground, every thought a weapon, every memory a shield. I could hear Cassian's voice in my mind, urging me on, his unwavering belief in my strength bolstering my resolve. And then, with a surge of power that rocked through my entire being, I felt the sorcerer’s grip weaken. The dark tendrils recoiled, unable to withstand the onslaught of my temporal magic infused with love and determination. I seized the opportunity, pushing back with all my might.

Bennett start, but it was Barrett who spoke next. “He is a sorcerer. He was once our wizard, and as such had gained tremendous power, thanks to the strength of the pack. That’s the thing with our witches and wizards. The moment they accept their role and take their place, their power increases tremendously. Only Draven let this power get to his head, believing himself a god. Your father thought it best that Draven be exiled and stripped of the power the pack had supplied him. Somehow Draven had discovered his plans, and that’s how our dark day came to pass. Draven conspired with the sorcerer group, The Eldritch Circle, to attack us all. A sorcerer's magic is tainted by darkness, leaving its

I took another peek into the basket. She was right. Hidden beneath the bag of salt and chalk laid an array of smallish, clear crystals. Sungul continued, “Once a familiar appears, you’ll give them a crystal.” As I skimmed over the paper that held the spell, Sungul carried on, “You need to remember that you have to stay concentrated during this. Breaking that concentration before offering the crystal would mean breaking the link. You’ll have to start all over again.” “Well….” I trailed off quietly with an exasperated huff. I never knew how much work it took to summon a familiar. “Does it matter which crystal I use?”

The energy flux provided a brief moment of vulnerability, and Harley seized the opportunity to channel a powerful burst of energy into the weak spot. The barrier trembled and flickered, the dark energy weakening. The Shadow Weaver’s expression twisted in anger as they realized their protective shield was faltering. With a final, desperate effort, the sorcerer unleashed a wave of dark magic in a bid to regain control. Marinetta, sensing the sorcerer’s desperation, intensified her attacks. Her energy surged, each strike aimed at disrupting the flow of dark magic. The clash between light and shadow created a mesmerizing display of power, the forest illuminated by bursts of energy.

I asked in disbelief. “Yes,” said Nalia, opening a folder containing photos of a man I’d never seen before. “This is the dark sorcerer who accompanies Hall. He’s not just any man, and just as the sorceresses feared, he’s capable of causing irreparable harm. His spells are based on stealing energy, practicing dark arts, and sacrificing living beings, no matter who they are.” I felt nauseous. “What exactly does that mean?” Elijah asked. “We knew what might be happening.”

Maybe those elemental sorcerers would hunt me eventually. I reached for an article from the Sorcerer Council—a thick journal full of stiff formal language, but one line made my breath hitch: Some level 8 Hydros sorcerers can create total concealment mist capable of masking footsteps, aura signatures, and even heartbeat. That was… exactly like Morpheus. His disguise spell when we arrived at the pack house had made us completely undetectable—even to the wolves. I stretched back in the chair, picking up the tea Dalila had brought fifteen minutes ago. My gaze fell to old tabloids and newspapers spread across the table.