Crime Sorciere Mga Nobela at Kwento

Piero assassin of SORJON” Power_ILLUSION” Satano was given a command to kill the daughter of a sinner. Since then, I have been closely observing Lyca, utilizing my power of illusion to disguise myself as a student in order to follow her at school. My intention is to find the perfect opportunity to end her life. Recently, I witnessed her collapse after being possessed by NEXKOX, with their souls separating and leaving the sinner's body lifeless. The grandson of ZORNZON and a young vampire came to her aid, gently laying her on the ground. Seizing the moment, I immediately created an illusion of the sinner's grandfather, Xandros, and an elder LYRCAN. This allowed me to approach her and carry ou

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He thrashed wildly, still trying to escape. "You're not going to talk? Then you can go straight to hell," I snarled, lifting my foot and aiming for his skull. "I'll talk! I'll talk!" the High Sorcerer finally broke. "I concocted the drugs, but Lucas forced me to!" "And that Rogue from five years ago… Lucas was the one who told me to buy the berserk potion from the black market and feed it to the Rogue! "Lucas deliberately acted as if he were injured in front of you so that the Rogue could violate you!"

I pushed the thought away and curled closer to him. --- We were in the kitchen later when Sorin finally showed up, looking like he’d been dragged through hell. Fresh scars peeked from under his collar. “Morning, lovebirds,” he smirked, grabbing a blood bag from the fridge like it was orange juice. Edwin’s arm tightened around my waist. “You smell like trouble.” Sorin shrugged. “Had to handle some loose ends about our hybrid princess here. Good news and bad news.” I straightened. “Tell me.”

A tall vampire wearing a dark red robe and hair tied in a ponytail was following them. “Care to tell us what you know about Pier Glozo and where may I find his daughter?" said Coralis after she and Veronica beheaded the two guards. "I don't know what you are talking about." Coralis beheaded him. “I think he was the head of this place. Does Charlie want his head in a spelled box?" said Coralis, holding the head by the hair. "You're making me wet just by looking at it. Make sure to put a bow on it."

"H--he was kidnapped?!" My eyes opened wider than before. Hearing Amelie's explanation, I knew who the sorcerer she was referring to was. The sorcerer used to be a member of the Yellow Moon Pack, both Lennon and I have often used her services. She is known as a very powerful sorcerer named Gloria. I took her out of the Yellow Moon Pack because she embarrassed me.

We had gotten to the entrance when someone grabbed my wrist. "You haven't settled your tab," a deep voice honed, interrupting the moment I was already drowning in with every willingness and glee. I struggled to keep my vision steady but all I could get used to were dark images in slow movement. I winked again and then again, hoping my vision clears out, but that wish didn't make it out of my thoughts. "Yes---thank you" I heard someone say, but I couldn't quite make out who. It was almost like my brain was playing games with me.

I almost stumbled onto the carpeted aisle when a group of robust men suddenly appeared in my sight. "Divina de la Frontera, what a wonderful day is it, right?" the man in the middle sarcastically asked. "Who...Who are you? What do you want from me?" I questioned as I stepped back, my end was already pinned to the wall. I had nowhere else to go. The man who spoke stepped forward. His sneer made me quiver, his burning orbs reminded me of a criminal...like Franco. Were these men like him?

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

The following day, the boss had asked to see Detective Hamilton, and that had been the beginning of his journey to fame. Officer Charles Hillary was not sure why he was having that memory now. The glowing house, now more visible than the way it was when he was still inside the car messed with his mind, turning him in circles. He wondered if this was part of the voodoo that the shaman had in store for their guests. Before his daydream or nightdream was over, Detective Hamilton had reached the door. Surprisingly, the door opened without any resistance and officer Hillary watched as she walked in slowly, like someone in a trance.