Dunia Sihir Novels & Stories

“Yes. Sihr means Black Magic. That is better known in Islamic religion. No one knows the depth and strength of its powers. It’s pure evil,” Kent answered for her and nodded to his friends. “Meaning, that Jinn is Black Magic itself? Aside from being a shape shifter?” Eric’s face twitched with discomfort upon knowing it. He thought this was definitely not good at all. They turned to the sultan who got up from his throne and walked closer to their group.

Even though he's still not sure if he’s really in love with the guy. Hiro was born without having the ability to do magic. He was branded as a siphon, someone who draws energy off immortality, in his case—he uses the coven's immortal likeness to that of someone who cannot be killed. Unlike vampires, who were once—and still are—called abominations of nature, witches are called forces. Their powers are given by the Earth, and they die like normal people, decaying and turning into dust to give back everything they've been given. So, it was a pretty big deal for the coven to have a witch with no powers, and they all thought sooner or later, he would manage to siphon off all the remaining energy

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

The haunting lullaby was replaced by an oppressive silence. Liora, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and recognition, whispered, "I've heard of this... The Silent Spell. It's a moment where time itself seems to pause, where choices made could alter destinies." Zephyr, his hands glowing with protective magic, urgently said, "We need to break this spell. But how?"

Kael shouted. The creature lunged, and the clearing erupted into chaos. Steel clashed, magic flared—Kael’s blade igniting with golden fire, Dain moving in a deadly dance of precision. Elara ducked, slashed, felt her dagger strike something thick and unnatural. The creature shrieked, staggered, and vanished into mist. “What the hell was that?” she gasped. Dain’s face was pale. “A shadowbound.” “That’s impossible,” Kael said, eyes narrowing. “They were destroyed in the Siege of Velrin.”

There was no anger there, only a deep sorrow that seemed older than time itself. She sighed, the sound gentle but vast, like wind sweeping through a thousand forests. “Because your kind needs you,” she said softly. “And so does the werewolf world. If you don’t return, it will all fall apart.” I blinked, confused. “What do you mean, ‘my kind’? I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’m not sure I ever did.” The goddess lowered herself slightly, her voice like moonlight turned into sound. “Your kind, Sierra, are the ones born between realms. Born of light and shadow. Blood and magic. The veil doesn’t only touch Zane, it touches you. You carry its mark.”

HELL Meridian Water With the tip of my dagger, I drew a series of intertwined lines and curves, forming a unique pattern. I could feel the energy of dark magic gathering around us. As the blood lines darkened, as though painted with ink, they began to glow with an alluring luminosity, and a shadowy aura enveloped our joined hands. At the center of the rune, I traced the focal point—our destination. The moment it was completed, the point was consumed by a flame that ignited in my hand, symbolizing the fiery energy that would power our teleportation.

“Literally. The magic is looped. Traps layered on top of illusions. We get close—only to be pulled back.” I clenched my fists. “I don’t care how powerful Dina is. Break the spell.” Shina’s gaze dropped. “I tried. Blood magic. Shadow rituals. Nothing holds. This enchantment is ancient, high-tier. It would take a coven of death witches weeks to untangle it—and that’s if they weren’t afraid of her.” A slow, dangerous smile pulled at my lips. “Then we find someone who isn’t afraid.” Zane muttered, “That’s going to be a short list.”

Everyone is silent for a long time, mulling over my theory. "What are we supposed to do against supernatural darkness? Unlike King Alodias and his army, our souls are not trapped in between worlds. So our eyes cannot see a thing through such darkness," Lior questions. "Then close your eyes, you will see through the darkness," Aruin tells. "What?" everyone except me exclaims in confusion. "We all have spiritual eyes, I think. They do not work when the physical ones are open," the Sincarion replies. Sounds like he is well versed in supernatural knowledge. Or he has heard more than us.

Death expected within 30 seconds! [If the Female Protagonist dies, this world will enter an irreversible self-destruction sequence. Within twenty-four hours, the entire dimension will collapse into a black hole. All living beings will cease to exist forever!] The System’s warning exploded in my ears like nonstop sirens, but I felt nothing. I lay motionless on the ground, staring blankly upward like a corpse whose soul had been ripped away. Scenes from the past replayed before my eyes one after another.