Enchanted Arty Novels & Stories

“We can. But we’re forgetting Mr. X.” “I’ve accounted for him,” Eliza said, tapping a schematic of a sleek, rifle-like weapon. “Aria told us his specialty is mind manipulation and control. So, we use his own power against him. The men will need to hit him with it.” Her eyes were hard. “And you can’t miss.” Quin leaned forward, her expression grim. “That leaves the enchantress. I bet normal fire power won’t leave a scratch on her body, given the amount of years she has lived in cruelty.”

While I had imparted some skills to enhance their accuracy, such as sharpshooter, their arrows lacked the potency to inflict fatal damage on enemies unless enchanted either by myself or Solan. I eagerly looked forward to the prospect of incorporating arcane archers into our ranks, their ability to infuse arrows with magical energy promising to be a formidable asset in our battles to come. "This is a problem," I mused, acknowledging the inefficacy of our archers' normal arrows against the tough hides of the beastmen. "What kind of enchantments can they use?" I inquired. [Pierce, Explode, Poison] The system responded. I nodded in approval as I read the options. Each of these enchantments held

Shoot! The arrows were shot precisely at each of the targets. The arrows changed the trajectory when the unrelated target was in the way and pierced the heart of the right target. Orange. His GIFT was Art and Creative Manipulation. In other words, he could manifest his art to come alive. Furthermore, manipulating his art had no limit, making him an overpowered character most of the time. In a short time, the unwanted pests were killed. “You, gasoline scent, I am your opponent. And you!” He pointed to Ayham. “My partner is waiting for you at the ground level. Trudging along.”

“Try me.” We followed Aria through the maze of booths. Every stall was alive with chatter, spell-charms, rune-carved pumpkins glowing from within, crystal necklaces said to bring luck. My mother had outdone herself organizing it all. The warriors were guarding the edges of the field, but even they looked a little lighter tonight. Aria stopped in front of a wooden booth covered in flashing rune lights, Test Your Strength, carved into the top. She grinned, eyes shining with mischief. “Tyron, let’s see if that rogue strength is all talk.”

Another teeth rattling blast of magical implosions tore over the ceremonial courtyard, blinding azure shockwaves blanketing our sacrosanct inscriptions and geometric harmonics blanking our sanctuaries. Whipped around, I saw Jasmine already in motion, eyes flashing like twin red supernovas as she gathered the teenage Arwen into a close, protective configuration. Her power seemed to inspire similar aural ignitions in the other fled glows it radiated with such soul scorching intensity.

It’s stiff and slightly curled, like it’s still trying to claw its way toward something. Eleanor makes a face of pure disgust. Her upper lip curls in a sneer as she leans forward and examines the severed arm. “I recognize this residual magic signature,” she mutters, almost to herself. I wait, but she doesn’t elaborate. Instead, she straightens and speaks in a clear, clinical tone. “From what you’ve said happened, and from what I’m seeing here, it seems those witches enchanted two things for him. The fang he tried to use on Diana—and this.” She taps a finger lightly against the arm, where a blackened band of bone peeks through the torn flesh around the wrist. “A Blood Pact Artifact.”

It was not like perfume, but a seductive scent from her body. Nolan's face suddenly turned red. He could even see every single hair on her face, her seductive eyes, and her moist lips pressed tightly together, making her look extremely adorable. At this moment, the emotions between them seemed to become more intense and obvious than ever. Hellen, with her eyes sparkling with surprise, felt her heart beat faster. The seductive scent of Nolan's body penetrated her senses, creating a warm and strange feeling. She could feel the closeness and tension in the air.

You're planning to give me a good beating as well? I didn't get to hear what Thomas said after that, seeing as Pierce had already whisked me away. When I recalled the way Thomas panicked after answering the phone call, I couldn't help laughing in Pierce's arms. "What are you laughing at?" he asked. Exhaustion began to seep through my bones, causing my eyes to go hazy. I did my best to widen my eyes as I stared up at Pierce, who was still carrying me. I knew that my eyes must be painted over with an indescribable color that could captivate Pierce and lure him into crossing the line. Still, I continued to stare at him with my enticing eyes, my voice as soft as a kitten's mewls.

Jenny asked for the hundredth time as Frank just passed an assurance smile to let her meet her. As she entered the hall a huge balloon made its way to her side. It was half pink and half blue in colour. And there was something written in the center. "Welcome home, to be Grandma" Jenny held the balloon close to her as her eyes widened in shock. Her lips curved up automatically as tears formed in her little eyes. "Frank?" she asked him with a shaky voice as Frank hugged her from side. "There is no place for tears from now on." Alex wiped her tears as he grabbed her inside to show the decorations which were simply awesome in every sense.

'Waters gently flows, Springs began to fall, Midnight has approached, Moonlight shall shine, look, Behold, an offer shall be made! Crimson blood that tastes sweet, The heights shall look beneath, And the gates will open, heed! She cast an enchantment and I felt dizzy as I beheld a strong illumination. "What is she?" I carefully peeked behind the bushes as I tried to focus my sight on her.