Enchanted Arty Novels & Stories

I moved away from the fence and shouted at the top of my lungs; "Jump Jenny! We've been caught!!" And at that same moment, all the warriors released their hold on their bows, sending the arrows flying through the air, to Jenny's direction!

The artifact's malevolent vitality thrummed, but the Enchanted Forest's enchantment beat more grounded inside us. "Together, ready to overcome this haziness," I announced, my voice faithful. With Celina's water enchantment, Alder's essential authority, and my association to the Charmed Timberland, we channeled a deluge of immaculate enchantment that smashed the artifact's hold. The plague's grasp debilitated, and the city was washed in a reviving light. "The Charmed Forest's enchantment can cleanse indeed the darkest of impacts," Celina said, her voice filled with trust.

Chapter 15: The Fire Weapons “You are an Enchantress. A Natural one. Born of magic not simply trained to harness it. A mere night spectre cannot stand up to you,” said Sprout, his tiny chest swelling with pride. Cory closed her eyes. The swirl of energy was in her mind this time not her hands. She concentrated her thoughts. She broke the barrel, shattering it to splinters. She stood up unharmed, Sprout on her shoulder. She was vaguely aware of Hayden’s flabbergasted expression. Blaython, being in the know, gave a happy snarl. She smiled at the tiger, trying to avoid locking eyes with Hayden who was probably furious after the initial confusion.

“ARTHUR–” “High King!” he says with a little jump. “My Lord, I did not see you. My apologies.” Westfall bites back his smile as he nods down at the little man. Arthur bows low to both of us. We’ve come here to discuss Ella and her powers. Westfall has been training her extensively for the last ten days. The sparring ring and arena beneath my castle have been charred, the walls black and cracking with embers that may never die out, but according to Westfall, Ella can now light a single candle from across the room with a flick of her finger without igniting the entire room in her flames.

The rest of the group is not a fast thinker as Steve was but they know that Steve's deduction is on spot. So despite not fully comprehending the point behind all of Steve's deduction and calculation, they followed him. Enchanter relies on spells or other special means as a medium to control their enchanted artifacts. The strength of their control would depend on the distance between them and the enchanted artifact. Considering that the two groups of sandmen were of equal strength, it meant that the extent of the enchanter's control over his or her enchanted artifact was identical at both points. In other words, it was likely that the enchanter was equidistant from the two points.

After that, he walked over to where Arta the Immortal was and used the power of Red Lotus Fayette to drive out the chilly internal energy ravaging Arta the Immortal. Very quickly, a cloud of chilly energy floated up from Arta the Immortal's body, and his face returned to color after the cloud dissipated. Purple Cloud Fairy bit her lips and looked at Darryl with shock when she saw what had happened. 'Darryl might be despicable, but I have to admit he's very talented,' she thought. Arta the Immortal slowly woke up just as she was mumbling to herself. She was overjoyed and quickly rushed over to his side. "Master, you're awake!" Then she carefully supported him up.