Arcana Magician Mga Nobela at Kwento

As Nomar said this, he smiled at how his words seemed to jolt Alexander from his reverie. Alexander was startled. He raised his head up from the floor and looked around. This was no play. This person meant his words. He meant for him to rise up like a man. Suddenly, Alexander started to believe that magic still existed. Who else but a magician could speak this loud and clear in his mind that it would boom like this? It had to be magic. He raised his head up further and looked around for the person whose voice had sounded in his mind.

“ Archer asked, finally noticed the stares from both Migara and Vivienne. ”I shall be needing a drop of your blood too,“ Migara stated with a flat tone. Archer's brow formed a thin line. ”And what makes you think I will submit into your demand, witch?“ ”You will. Both of us know that you will do it. Don't let me spoil the fun and spill what is needed to be spilled,“ Migara, with her grin and mysterious stares muttered. ”Damn it,“ Archer cussed as he lend his hand to Migara. ”Make it fast. The time won't stop for your stupid little spell,“ he added.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.