Novel & Cerita Bruja / Mago

She says just as shocked as I was. “Leneve is half witch half Lycan,” Morgan says in a childish voice, her attention still on the little prince. “We have a connection. I’m going to assume she is connected to all of us because of her blood magic.” All at once the two females take a step back from me and they both give out a low growl. My instincts flare up and my beast comes forth growling back. I feel the tingle of magic flash down my arms and by the look in their eyes I know they can see the dark veins weaving down my forearms.

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

Once we are both inside, I press the button to shut the door. Musu takes a deep breath and looks around my private library. She spends a lot of time here, but she clearly doesn't understand why I pulled her in right now. “What is Mavri Magea?” I ask her, trying to remember I have no problem with her. “Uh, Greek. It can be dark magic or black magic,” she nods confidently. “You’re sure?” I ask hesitantly. “Yes, Alpha. One hundred percent,” she confirms. I sigh and rub my hands over my face, “Give me a moment, Musu. I need to have an argument with my wolf.”

Three Litians ran up to the noise, two stood by the cage and began to remove protective spells, the third stood further away and conjured a pulsating purple ball in advance, holding it at the ready. As soon as the door opened slightly, and the hieroglyphs began to fade, Baruz and Brook-ta-man rushed at the door, the spell that had not yet completely gone away painfully seared the prisoner's shoulders, but the door opened easily, throwing one of the magicians aside. Lusters immediately grabs a hidden blade from his scythe and immediately throws it at the mage standing farthest away. The blade entered directly between Litzian's eyes. He fell dead on the dusty stones of the floor, the prepared

Both of his eyes are swelled shut, his lower lip is torn in three places, and blood is smeared everywhere, trickling from his chin to his denim jeans. "What is the meaning of this Artemis?" Braxton barks as he struggles to free himself from the reigns of his betrayal. "Purple. Magic." He looks at me with a frown on his face. "Is that meant to mean something to me?" He growls thickly. I walk up to him, crouching so I can look him in the eyes before I pluck them out with my bare hands. "You have been importing Purple Magic with our cargo."

I remark, taking a drag on my cigarette. “Hecate did not wish to associate herself with your line because, although you have magic running through your veins, everyone knows men succumb to the lust for power far faster than women do. You, Mi Rey, are a sorcerer, meaning you possess magic. The only sorcerer currently in existence in this world, for no man can possess magic save the descendants of Roja.” My eyes glimmer as I stare at her. Magic? I don’t think so…

Emily answered and lifted one shoulder in a partial shrug. Letting out a long sigh, Gabriel said, “Breanna is Marcus’s mate. He is my advisor and came with me to help me find Sabeastian. We called Breanna later because she is a witch, and we did not know if we would need her ability to cloak us to enter Rotterford’s estate. She has some healing abilities. She fixed the crack in your skull,” Gabriel finished quickly. “Now,” he asked, irritated. “Who is Miguel?”

Bianca let out a hiccup of surprise and quickly turned her head to Magnus: "You're a hybrid?" The Alpha merely nodded, displeased that the conversation had turned to him. "You're half what?" Bianca immediately asked, her eyes burning with curiosity. "His wolf is colossal and loaded with ancient magic," Dhara said. "No way! Magnus is half wolf, half-witch?! Is that why the earth looked like it had burned up in the Crescent Moon Pack when you let Maska take your place?" exclaimed Bianca.

I said. Nikos chuckled, tossing a cigarette into the fireplace. “Good. Then we’re all home.” Behind him, Camila Montenegro entered with a long black coat and a streak of red down her braid. In Bogotá, they called her La Bruja, The Witch, not because of spells, but because of the way people vanished around her. She didn’t kill for money. She killed to prove points. “I don’t like being summoned,” she said. “But I like you, Rowan. You never begged.”

She sounded like a cartoon character. “Yeah, Flamingo. They’re pretty powerful, the Flamingo family of mages,” Brice continued. “Most of them live in Mexico and Central America. So… it seems odd she’d show up here. I wonder if her parents came with her. It’s also unusual for a mage to be homed with a sponsor, like us shifters often are.” “Why don’t you go ask her?” I said, shrugging, like it was no big deal.