All Chapters of Ultimate Sorcerers: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As I waited anxiously at our meeting point, Cain finally emerged from the woods. Relief washed over me, but it quickly turned to irritation as I rushed over to him.“Cain!” I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of concern and frustration. “Where have you been? You had me worried sick!”Cain grinned, seemingly unperturbed by my worry. “Worried, were you?” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know, if you’re going to be my mummy, you might as well breastfeed me.”I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his playful comment. “Cain, you’re impossible,” I muttered, but a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Chasing after him as though I wanted to hurt him. He chuckled and took a step back, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “Catch me if you can!” he declared before turning and sprinting away.I let out an exasperated laugh and chased after him. We ran through the woods, our laughter filling the air as we darted between trees and leaped over fallen branches. The thrill of the chase was

The garden seemed to brighten as Constantine finally graced us with her presence. She was a vision of youthful beauty, with flowing ebony hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of darkness. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of sapphire, sparkling with curiosity and intelligence. Her skin was flawless, kissed by the sun’s gentle warmth, and her smile was enchanting, with dimples that added a touch of sweetness to her already beguiling charm.As she approached, I couldn’t help but be struck by how appealing she had become, a striking blend of innocence and blossoming maturity. “Constantine,” I greeted her with genuine warmth, “it’s so good to see you.”Constantine returned my smile, her eyes brimming with curiosity. “Sister, I heard you almost got executed by King Crowel’s men,” she said, her voice tinged with concern.I nodded, my gaze locked onto her. “Yes, it’s true. But I managed to escape.”Her sapphire eyes widened with astonishment, and she turned to Cain, who had been

Cain and I strolled through the lush garden, the air rich with the scent of blooming flowers. He was quiet, his steps measured, as if he were contemplating something. Suddenly, he plucked a stunning crimson rose from a bush and extended it toward me with a warm smile.I accepted the flower, a soft blush coloring my cheeks as I admired its beauty. “Thank you, Cain. It’s exquisite.”Cain’s gaze locked onto mine, his eyes filled with a mixture of earnestness and vulnerability. “Agnes,” he began, his voice gentle, “there’s something I need to tell you.”I furrowed my brows, my heart beating a little faster. “What is it, Cain?”He took a deep breath, his hand brushing against mine as he reached for words. “I have feelings for you, Agnes. Strong feelings, more than I’ve ever felt for anyone.”His confession caught me completely off guard, and my eyes widened in shock. “Cain,” I stammered, “do you realize what you’re saying? I’m a witch. I carry powers that can be dangerous.”Cain’s expressi

The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in Cain’s chamber. He stirred in his bed, his body heavy with fatigue from the passionate night before. A sly smile played on his lips as he recalled the intense moments he had shared with Constantine.Constantine, already dressed, stood at the side of his bed, a teasing grin on her face. “Well, aren’t you the monster in bed,” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.Cain blinked sleepily, his memories of the night slowly returning. He chuckled hoarsely. “I could say the same about you.”She leaned closer, her lips hovering dangerously close to his. “I guess we bring out the best in each other.”Cain couldn’t help but smirk, despite the exhaustion. “That we do.”With a mischievous glint in her eye, Constantine leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. It was a brief, tantalizing kiss, filled with a promise of more to come. “I have to go,” she whispered, pulling away.Cain’s hand reached out

Isolde watched from the shadows, a sly smile playing on her lips as she witnessed the growing rift between Agnes and Constantine. She had orchestrated this divide, and it was unfolding exactly as she had planned.Perfect, she thought, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The coven will weaken from within, and they’ll be too busy fighting each other to notice the real threat.Her heart danced with malicious glee as she saw the tension in their conversations and the mistrust in their glances. It was a masterful manipulation, and Isolde reveled in her ability to sow discord among them.Soon, she thought, the witches will be torn apart, and their power will crumble. And I’ll be there to pick up the pieces.Constantine and Cain found themselves in a secluded corner of their sanctuary. The air was thick with anticipation as Constantine hesitated, her gaze locked onto Cain's."Cain," she began, her voice soft but resolute, "there's something I want to confide in you. Something big."Cain rai