Illusion Magic Deepwoken Novels & Stories

At first, Maru wanted to look for a corner to not be too recognizable but as it was the first one to be filled, he had no choice but to take another course of action and avoid unnecessary attention. “We will take only the best on the menu. And also let my friend here add his wishes on the list. Thank you.” Maru replied succinctly. “Okay. HAHAHA! Since my good friend has let me, I want to add this Divine Duck’s meat…” Tiny Slim began picking his fill of orders. “Are you sure no one would notice me in here, Madame Ais?” Maru asked the system. “Affirmative, Maru. Only a level 9 cultivator or higher could pierce the illusion you wear at the moment or possibly someone who attained much success on

The faces had no eyes or mouth, but their screams of anguish filled the room. Eloise furrowed her brows, "this guy and his illusion magic will be a problem," she said to herself. She knew he can mimic sight, sound, and smell. If she got caught in one of those illusions, she wouldn't be able to tell what's real and what's fake. With a clenched her fist to show her determination, if he was going to hide inside his illusions then she would have to destroy them.

Her cunt clenched violently around Draven, squirting hot nectar that sprayed across my mound and Sable’s eager face. I followed her over the edge moments later, my own release pulsing around Lorien’s cock as Rook’s thick shaft stretched my ass to its limit. The shared climax sent a shockwave outward. One of the new branches overhead burst into full bloom, birthing an entire pocket realm shimmering with golden-emerald auroras. The forging intensified.

She mumbled a spell over it and it developed a faint amber glow, making it look like a normal candle. She uttered another spell, disguising it until it fully burnt. An illusion candle that made whoever inhaled it, including the caster, fall into a deep sleep, imagining whatever they wanted to. It was a spell of her creation, one of the spells that made her the prestigious young lady she was. [Please, I beg you this one time, work on this beast]

Tor seemed intrigued as well as he shifted on his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. "A vision?" Tor asked, his eyebrow raised. "What kind of vision?" Ellwood sighed and sat down in front of me with her own mug of tea. "A vision of an ancient legend," she said then took a sip of her drink. I could feel Tor's patience unraveling. "A legend of what is called the wolf charmer," the woman said finally. Tor and I waited for her to continue. I was more urgent than Tor, who stood there watching Ellwood passively.

I felt the faint thrum of an illusion, a carefully crafted glamour designed to deceive. With a swift, decisive movement, I wiped my thumb across the back of his hand, directly over a barely visible, meticulously drawn rune. The effect was instantaneous. The air shimmered, distorting the light around him. His features contorted, his youthful face melting away to reveal a gaunt, cruel face, twisted with malice. His eyes, previously a warm brown, turned a cold, calculating grey. The young soldier, Elijah, was gone, replaced by an older man with a gruesome look on his face.

Once Breyona was out of the room and the cell door shut, I turned to hear Asher ask the next question. “Where are the other witches hiding out at? You have to have a base somewhere.” Rowena graced us with a smirk. The smug light in her eyes was enough proof to tell us she knew exactly where the witches were hiding. “Did you know there’s a subcategory of magic known as Illusion magic? It’s typically present in sigil, natural, and sometimes protection magics. Freya has a few witches with this affinity, though there’s one in particular that’s very skilled. She can make you see anything, believe you’re somewhere a thousand miles away when really, you’re standing in your own back yard.” A slow, s

The snake bit him on his neck before he panics, and due to his generous explanation, the venom only paralyzes him. As everyone else initiates the attack, I enchant the floor to divide it into multiple islands and underneath is an illusion of the hell's hole. With every 10 fingers having tiny enchasts, I created multiple sucking dimensions randomly in this tornado of illusion and it pulls them in. They may have the advantage with numbers but I have the advantage with power. This isn't unfair after all.

Grabbing the young man’s jaw, he forced his mouth open and poured in the deep red liquid. The traitor struggled wildly, but his bindings held him fast. He could only glare in helpless fury. Raven frowned, glancing at Lyra. She turned to him, her voice even. “It’s called Illusion Dust, a potion made from Lunaris leaves and Virella mushrooms.” She paused, gaze settling on the trembling prisoner. “It induces intense hallucinations, breaks down mental defenses. Even the strongest will can’t resist. And more importantly… it compels truth. The victim speaks their innermost secrets, unable to suppress them.”

Alisa turned to the senior. “This is not purely because of her depression, but there is an outside person who deliberately pushed Joy to do this,” said Rinka. “An outside person?” “There are strange occult particles in her head and heart that are affecting Joy’s mental condition. There’s no mistake about it. This is because of the magic technique ‘Morkhyart Illusia’,” the Volganese girl explained. “Morkhyart Illusia?” “‘Dark Heart Illusion’. A magic technique that can only be performed by a dark magical girl. This magic technique enters the target’s brain and heart, manipulating the victim’s nerve cell codification sequence and making their mental condition even more damaged. It’s similar to