Novel & Cerita Flying Broomsticks

; good for him, Jace was more than happy to clear things out. "But they don't ride broomsticks, you meathead! They use mortar, the same mortar we stole from them, remember!" "Then what is the broomstick for?" He asked back with a twitching face. "It is for stirring the damn mortar in the right direction!" Jace answered but at this moment, his and the others was already ridden with black streak. “This must be….” “Yeah, that’s right. I know stuff.”

No matter how hard she tries to catch a glimpse of the someone who grabbed her, she could not recognize him. It seemed to her that they are running from someone or something. And so Elinor craned her neck to look behind them. There, she saw a disfigured man. At first glance, Elinor thought the man was floating until her eyes caught the broom he was riding on. A broom! He's flying around on a broom! Elinor hasn't seen anything like it. She does not know then if she should be amazed or terrified of the man.

The Norman family’s First Elder was in disbelief at what he saw. “That’s impossible. The Woods family doesn’t have any middle-grade spiritual tool as I recall, especially a flying sword at that. Such a spiritual tool is even rare! Our swords failed to fly faster than theirs. Could their sword be an upper-grade spiritual tool?” He was not hallucinating or dreaming—everyone else saw the same thing, after all.

"And do take good care of him for me. You know how weak and clumsy he could be." They both chuckled as they broke apart. "I will, I promise." Muriel then produced a golden light around its body. Its wings were widespread before disappearing. Like a ray of light that shot through the sky. It left a glittery mist from where it stood before. "I should be leaving as well," Gabriel uttered. Now every eye was on Lucas. But the latter dared not say anything. Gabriel went to hug everyone. But as it walked towards Lucas, it had its hand held out.

Screamed our defiant Centurion as we marched through the throng of our retreating fear stricken comrades, many covered in a terrifyingly large splatters of blood. As we neared our enemy, it became clear that we were not facing one of the usual sorts as the ring of its engine and whirl of its blade confirmed it so. It stood at the height of Three Men, suspended on six large steel limbs that had blades at its feet. It had arms that wielded two terrifyingly large spinning blades all twirling so fast that it seemed to be releasing a torrent of blinding reflecting lights It was a Faith Breaker.

Of course, she is a hybrid; she has the power of both her parents. We fly closer to the palace and hover with every powerful flap of our wings. More fire is directed at the palace. More pikes and large boulders are thrown at us. We fly higher out of range. We pick up speed and freefall backwards, our wings wrapped around us as we torpedo towards the palace. The wind and smoke twirling around us as we open our wings again, pushing more flames out as parts of the palace crumble and explode under the intensity of the heat.

They put a mask on him and flew up the air. “Hazel,” said the crone. She nodded. The crone tapped the staff in her head and then Hazel can feel that her feet are in the air. She looked afar, the dark gallows waiting for them to come. She saw how the wizards passed them at a lightning speed, that they almost didn’t notice they passed them. She saw the crone raised the staff and chanted the spell. While falling, she saw witches riding their brooms to the gallows. She closed her eyes and then felt the air coming on her face.

The witch, Andela, chanted and hummed, bringing to life the broom that had somehow gained its own weight as they drew farther and farther apart from the sandy ground, away from the dozen or more traveler witches in wait for their next target. It wasn’t a new feeling to Evander but it was a long forgotten one. He held fast to the broom doubting its true strength. The witch, Andela, looked back not once as they sped past cog-like houses, separated only by space, rid of all plants and wildlife, smeared by the fragrance of metal and oil like thick black soot mixing with cold, misty air, his family house not in sight. They ascended even higher and farther, and when they would reach a point where

Just then a flying witch in black came from the ceiling with a loud laughter, she was on a broom and chanting. "I can see you, I want you, yes you" she kept on moving in a circular motion before the lights started to go on and off. A deeper voice also began to speak "Very tasty people. I can see you" by this time they were scared to death and tried to run by slipping their feet from their shoes, but they fell and the sticky stuff was on the stairs as they were stuck to the floor. The place became fuggy all of a sudden, everything was going well for Mia until the flying witch crashed to the floor with her broom and landed in one of their heads.

I licked my snout in anticipation of fresh, hot blood on my tongue. We were closing in on a straggler when I heard a disturbance in the air—a whoosh coming from overhead. Slowing, I angled my head up to search the treetops. The whooshing sound came again, closer this time. On instinct, I ducked, luckily avoiding a stream of magic. Then I saw them—witches on broomsticks flying through the trees. I howled a warning, but it didn’t feel like enough. Quickly, I shifted to human form and shouted, “We’re under attack! Get back to the mansion. Now!” My voice echoed through the forest.