Magic Man From Adventure Time 소설 & 이야기

This man loves me. "I have no clue what you just said," The man admits, and then his face seems to grow sad. One could drown in the water gathering in the corner of his eyes. "Our time is limited, but we will meet again once you turn eighteen." He smiles briefly. "Come and find me in the magical realm." His voice sends a flutter through my entire body, and then he leans in to kiss me. It feels like magic—the mate-bond is buzzing in the surrounding atmosphere.

His eyes were questioning, but it didn't take long for them to widen in wonder. "How?", he asked, and touched his cheek. It was smooth and pale again like the rest of his skin. He scrambled to his feet. "Are you - " Katherine put a finger to her lips and smiled. "Please keep it a secret for me." "How curious!", the man's face lit up with excitement and he grabbed her hand to shake it. All former sadness was forgotten as if a switch had been turned on, transforming the shy guy into an extrovert. "I'm Felix, Felix McGilmore, magic researcher. Can you tell me more about your magic? How exactly did you do this? Is it mending materials or time turn? Can you only use it on - "

He wanted the assurance that Maleficent would be safe from her father’s affection towards her estranged mother. “Tic tock tic tock, ding ding ding! Time is up.” Without hesitation, Damon the Halfling turned around from the tightlipped grand duke of the Malevolent World. Waving his right fingers which were almost covered by a curtain of raven locks, a glowing crimson door-sized hexagram appeared a couple of meters away from Damon.

A giant. Or rather, a man with human-like proportions but so tall that he reached fifteen meters. His long hair was entirely white, and his eyes were crystal blue. From the inside of his long white robe, he brought out a giant magic staff made from an entirely carved crystal. His steps on the ice echoed loudly like thunder through the area filled with heavy snowfall. “Sorry I punched you that hard, Dragon. But you must understand,” the man said with a rumbling voice, “That if I didn’t do so, I’m afraid you would kill me.”

Hadrian said softly. “I'm not lying to you.” Amaya retorted, shifting on the couch. “I know. I need to see this man so I can figure out what he is.” Hadrian said, reaching for her hair. Narrowing her eyes to Colby, she smiled when he nodded. He touched her hair and his eyes flashed before he saw the man, pulling away from her, he fretted. “What is it?” “I understand everything. That man is a Hellion. They have immense power to manipulate people's minds...”

"As long as I got these, you can't win." "You're right," Metal-Man says. "I am," JumpStart asks, looking at me. "Wait, did you just say I'm right? So you're actually going to give up? Yes! We can go home early!" "Of course not," Metal-Man says, raising both his arms into the air. Slamming the ground, a wave of dust and rocks erupts and sent both of us into the air. Falling to the ground, I get up as fast as I can and wave my hand. However, despite my best effort, I can't get rid of the dust in the air. It's blinding and making me cry a little.

“Does the sweet-scented man possess earth-bending magic like our zeta diggers? That’s why he speaks to the rocks?” “Uh, no. He does not,” Rex sighed, turning to Grub. “Stop that! We have to go.” Once Grub had closed the distance between himself and the group, he stopped and placed his large hand on Rex’s arm. “Do not worry wonky leg. Grub will practice his quake voice more later.”

If it wasn't for these damned shackles, I could escape this place with no problem. My thoughts were interrupted by jangling at the door. In another instant, it opened and Damion stepped in, followed by a cloaked figure. My eyes widened when I recognized the cloaked man. It was the sorcerer that had confronted the pack days ago. The cloaked man stared at me with emotionless eyes. "What the hell is he doing here?" I asked wearily. Damion looked from me to the sorcerer with a sneer. "My friend Coltus here, is going to be the one who helps us unlock your lovely charming abilities," Damion preened.

Noa’s stomach lurched. “Who are you?” he hissed. The man smiled again. “I’m the architect.” He stood up and tapped the case. “You’re the key. But you’re not ready yet. So we’ll wait. Let the monster finish his work.” He walked to the door, paused, then glanced back. “When it’s time, I’ll come back. And you’ll open just like they all do.” Then he was gone. The door shut with a quiet finality. Noa slid to the floor, trembling.

He had a plastered leg, which must have been why he had gone missing for days. But he wasn't giving up on me, as he was willing to get close in broad daylight, instead of just missing me. With that in mind, I smiled and nodded. "Of course, I have plenty of time. I didn't know you were such a kind man, Mr. Lopez." Hearing my praise, Zac's pale cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I just can't help it. Poor creature…"