Mage Hand Novels & Stories

“You bitch! I’ll gut you and string you up by your entrails!” I chuckle darkly. She’s flailing around, trying to grab me with her razor sharp taloned hands, but she can’t reach me the way that I have hold of her. Seems that much of Mageara’s training was in offense and not defense. Granted, I doubt that many of her opponents got this close to her when she wielded her hellfire whip.

my hands started to crumble dirt, "with all his little cold treatment! Is he playing with me?! He is not even looking at me in my eyes!" Old man laugh again. "Why are you even so angry about it? He's only your body guard after all." I stood and face old man. "Hell yeah! He is only my body guard. I almost forgot he only do these things for money, as long he is paid!" I walk towards Mr. Hunderson and grab his hands. I put the seeds to his hands before walking inside the house. "Just for money, money, money. Stupid money. Fine, I'll ask him later!"

Of course he was going to shot me, killing me with his bare hands would just be too damn easy. El. Aim for their crown jewels. I heard Blake's voice in my head and I looked at him a little confused, I thought that Angelica had knocked him out, so how the hell was he in my head. Mate link, El, now do it before that psycho kills you. I didn't need to be told a third time. While James was loading his silver into his gun I used my foot to land the guy to my right straight in the place no foot should ever land, but it was enough to have him rolling around the floor, groaning about how he would never have children.

The convulsions stop and she is left panting. "Quickly, perform your healing spell right now before she gets attacked again!) The urgency in Mtungagore made us three crouch quickly so as to be near Tania. I do not know how, but the three of us start chanting in a very strange but certainly archaical language. Each of our left hand is on her head. In no time, a black smoke leaves through her nose and ears. Mtungagore doesn't waste time. He quickly captures the smoke and closes his pouch. I have come to know that peculiar pouch to be the demon snatcher.

The first figure was Maggie, her scarily thin face twisted into an evil smile, her eyes filled with a dark look, vengeance. In her hands, she held a heavy hammer, its head stained with rust, or worse. Beside her was Scar, who looked scarily thin, with a jagged scar across his face, he held a metal club in one hand and an electric twirler in the other. “Hello,” Maggie said, her voice filled with hatred, her smile looked disturbing as she stepped closer. “Fancy meeting you here.”

The many tentacles moved like octopuses stranded on land. The tentacles fired Mana magic belonging to the Onder de family to be absorbed by everyone's body, except Zhi. "Now straight to the core of the question, wherever you were last night," Zhi shouted loudly. The trophies will show their names based from the lowest Mana to the strongest to be called, if they pass from the trophy owner's question answer he will be given a Mana power twice that of what they themselves have. However, if one does not answer honestly the question posed then, Mana's mixed blood will turn to attack the owner's heart and will be given the curse that has been pinned by the Onder de family before.

With a heavy heart, he squeezed John's hand back, silently conveying his support and love. Magnus stood at the centre of the stage, his hands raised, weaving the intricate threads of magic. The air crackled with energy as he channelled the combined strength of Zion and John, drawing upon their essence to fuel the spell. With each incantation, an ethereal glow shimmered in the air, forming a protective shield around the gathered pack members.

It's a wonder my skin doesn't peel right off my bones. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the stake-wielding Hunter get knocked off his feet, his weapon skittering across the ground. Wand Guy—let's just call him Wandman—is quicker on the uptake, throwing up a magical shield around himself just in time. His face contorts with effort as he channels his energy into maintaining the barrier, teeth gritted in concentration.

Saelari was surfacing again. Overhead, Tegan darted through a blast of shadow energy, narrowly avoiding a spike of corrupted essence. “Mags! Left flank!” “I see it!” Maggie roared, slamming into the side of Umbraeth’s monstrous body, sending a spray of dark matter across the cavern floor.

“Read this and destroy the evidence.” Ibrahim took it and read it. “Ambush, Fast, and M will help you.” The wolves and the monkey were ready to go. For Ibrahim who had a gift with an exceptional sense of smell, she used her father accordingly. “Oh,” he destroyed the paper with a little magic, grinning mischievously. His expression was identical to Shadow, coincidentally. Wicked. As she said before, every person who had mana, even a smidgen of the amount could use magic, albeit at the lowest level. Except for the anti-magic body. Their bodies had magic resistance and totally rejected magic.