Illusion Magic Deepwoken Novels & Stories

"They hold onto emotions instead of embracing power." His fangs glinted in the moonlight as he revealed them with a grin. It was time to push them further, to ensure that no decision they made would lead to unity. With a wave of his hand, Draven summoned the shadows around him. They writhed and twisted, forming the image of a gaunt, cloaked figure—the same one that had haunted Magnus’s nightmares. It was an illusion, but a powerful one, imbued with Draven’s dark magic. This figure would infiltrate the council meeting, planting doubts in the minds of those who were still undecided.

He got up and dusted off invisible dirts from his robes. “You won't stay?” I asked, following him out of the house. “I have other people to attend to in the meantime.” “I understand. As far as you don't delay when I need you then we're good.” He nodded and walked away, murmuring teleportation spells. My mind wondered back to the volana wolf in the forest. There was no records on them because they were said to be extinct, that aside, why didn't she kill me. She had the power to.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

“I bring news. The Awakened have discovered an ancient ritual site not far from here. We believe it could be useful for future council meetings.” As Cyrus described the site, I noticed young Eli step forward. The young werewolf had been quiet until now, but suddenly, Eli's hands began to glow with magical energy. Before our eyes, a detailed illusion of the ritual site Cyrus had described sprang to life in the center of the room. We all stared in amazement. Eli's progress with his newfound abilities was astonishing. The illusion was amazingly detailed, showing not only the physical layout of the place but also the movements of magical energy inside it.

I asked after thinking for some seconds. The eunuch shook his head in agreement. "Illusion is the only option that can help us but it is not black magic." He muttered. I have gave the option a second thought in my head— Illusion. It seems like a perfect way to be present at the kingdom and be able to save my mate.

“No,” said Ilyria, “It’s a mistake. You must be wrong.” The ascetic shook her head. “Think about it, Ilyria. You will know the truth yourself.” Ilyria remembered the Princess’s enchantment. Walking along the cold cave, dripping with condensation, the markings hewn into the walks gleaming with ancient silver, the story that could only be understood when looking away from the sigils, and at the center, two beings. A Magos and a Lightning Bird.

Directly opposite had a five-meter wide by four-meter high passageway, and the illuminating magic stones at the top of the hall and the passageway emitted a light no less than that of the outside. Looking at the metal token in his hand again, it was only the size of a palm, the emblem engraved on the front Christine knew that it was representing a certain Arcane Artist, but who exactly was unclear, the back was engraved with a number and instructions on how to use it in Nethersolean magical script. At this point, Christian knew why the other party still triggered the effect of the token even after his own “Trance” had taken effect, because all he had to do was to press the small emblem on th

The imposter, no longer concealing her malevolent intentions, retaliated with dark magic, creating illusions that danced on the periphery of reality. Zavier and I, our wolf forms intertwined in a synchronized dance, circled the imposter, each movement a strategic attempt to dismantle the witch's illusions. The courtyard, once a stage for treachery, became a battleground where the authenticity of love clashed with the artifice of deception. "Dominico, snap out of it!" I urged, my voice cutting through the illusions like a beacon of reality. The imposter, sensing the unraveling of her charade, intensified her efforts to manipulate Dominico's emotions.

Inhabitants found themselves trapped in a web of illusions, unable to see beyond the surface and connect with their own melodies. With careful guidance, Aric and Kaida led the way, piercing through the Veiled Mists and revealing the underlying truths obscured by illusions. They engaged in conversations with the inhabitants, gently challenging their perceptions and encouraging them to seek the symphony's melodies within themselves. Through patient guidance, they helped beings unravel the illusions that clouded their melodies, allowing their true essence to shine through.

Where is he? Suddenly, the behemoth creature went on a rampage. “Marc, give this one to us,” Raid shouted. Marc looked at him and he just nodded. Then, Raid and Glade acted immediately to take it down. And fortunately, they managed to dispatch it. “I see now. The effect of that umbra stone is similar to my Desolation spell. The illusions become true to us the moment we perceive them as things that exist in reality. Maybe, Marc thought that Belphegor summoned that creature and not a product of Belphegor’s ugly imagination only,” Lotus told us out of a sudden. And I don’t know what to react. He just said ugly, pertaining to that demon’s imagination. I never heard him saying words like that. We