Novel & Cerita Evil Mage

As a malicious evil smirk came out from the young man's lips. Marvio whom just watching engulfed in a fear he cannot explain nor comprehend. It added how the youngman overpowered the aura that Elvious let out. Moreover, the feeling that Marvio felt is indestructible. It is an intent. It was malicious. Ferocious. Berserker and brutal. It is not an aura nor an energy force. But a feeling. An intimidation. The two immortal men thought thesame for what E.J did. The Enchantress queen has been forgotten, whom twisting in such eternal pain that E.J laid.

The lorth magician and the alchemist were the only ones left, and the alchemist had been useless in the fight since it began. “What dose of mutagen is this? He is more beast than man?!” The lorth mage asked his alchemist. “I'm not familiar with this elixir; it must be his creation,” the alchemist said. The lorth mage asked rhetorically, "What are you good for, you moron?" The cloud dissipated, and Rhaizen Gale emerged. His arms had ripped his shirt sleeves and his legs had pulled his trousers apart.

"Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!" My window suddenly breaks open and breeze blows in full force into my room,a shrill cry echoed in the mist and my hair stood on end,a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat.It was him.......He stood right at the corner of my room with a smirk on his whitish face with blood drooling down his mouth. "Come and join us".He said stretching out his hands toward me. I moved backw

Elias had shown himself out and at the moment, there was nobody apart from us. “He is one of the elite Mages. He is well-respected and being in his bad books would not help us. It would rather be a disadvantage.” I poured a cup of coffee from the coffee pot that one of the maids had brought us before bidding us goodnight. I offered it to her. She shook her head. “You know that this mage wolf is none other than Valerie Ravenwood, don’t you?” she murmured. I took a sip of the bitter liquid and went to stand in front of the window. The darkness outside was nothing like the view that I was used to.

Just losing my mom was painful enough. “It’s not an excuse. He terrorized my mom and me, the two people he did have and never lost. I hate him for not even taking into consideration all of the women he banished over the years because he couldn’t keep his own dick in his pants.” Blake's eyes took on an ominous, evil appearance. They almost reminded me of his eyes. I instantly understood that Blake was not someone you ever wanted to mess with.

The skeleton paused, shifting on its feet, neither attacking nor dropping its guard. “What did you say?” I whispered. The wind carried its scent to me, the smell of meat gone bad tangled with the sharp spice of an unfamiliar magic. I had thought that I had seen nightmare made real in Clareath’s court, but this… This would haunt my dreams, I was sure. “I know his maker,” Rivyn replied. “She is a friend of mine.” “Someone made this monster?” I was appalled. Rivyn laughed, stepping back to my side and returning his arm around me comfortingly. “Ecaeris is a necromancer. She would be my brother’s betrothed, were we of mankind. Their arrangement is more... informal, however.”

She could barely look behind her after being locked within her lover’s tight embrace. Levi the Envious was the first one to snap from the shellshock state. Cackling like a lunatic as he held his stomach, he pointed at the big baby behind Maleficent. “The fuck, Damon the Prideful? Where’s the effin pride from that? Dude, you got to learn to live by your name.” Merlin the necromancer elbowed Levi the Envious when the latter was too oblivious from the piercing glare of Maleficent the Glutton.

, while asking this, the figure's blood-red glowing eyes were revealed, eyes which held so much darkness and cruelty in them that it would make anyone looking in them wish they were dead. The white figure flicked for some time as if it was breaking apart, before steadily reshaping itself. "Your majesty, I don't know what happened. I was ejected from the…" "Enough, you return to your duty and this time do it well, or there will be no need for you to exist anymore. Now leave!" The white figure immediately vanished, leaving the figure once in the darkness. •••• ["Host, Host, Host!"]

"Well, then. Let's hope for your sake that’s enough to keep you alive." His eyes widen in fear, and I can see the cracks forming in his composure. Good. Fear is the only tool that works with humans. I flick my wrist, and his head jerks violently to the side with a strained grunt, his body convulsing under the invisible pressure I wield. "You're... you're a Diremage," he gasps, fear flooding his wide eyes as they dart around the room, looking for any escape. "Yes," I say, my voice cold and measured. "Like your boss, Pete Delitroy. And something you should know about Diremages—we're dangerous, impatient, and we don’t hesitate."

“And said to look to Havermouth as to the cause.” This was dangerous territory, Aislen thought. “The water became polluted because a dam broke during the storm,” she told him. “Over two hundred years ago, a warlock tried a dangerous magic on his wife, seeking to make her immortal like he is. It turned her into… Well, there’s not really a name for it. She eats living flesh,” her eyes fell to the pieces of raw fish that sat on the mat between them. “It is a terrible affliction.”