Novel & Cerita Magic Series

He rat. "How? Just because you don't settle well with him doesn't make him my enemy. I am allowed to get involved with" He cut me off. "You are most certainly not." "What is your problem? I thought you were different from the others. I am well aware that your siblings aren't really welcoming of the idea of me and Sage, but for God's sake, won't you at least let me be?" I breathed out in frustration. "Lyra You don't get it, do you? You're Sage's Luna now. Being a Mickleson means any enemy of ours remains your enemy."

Soon, I'll publish his offspring's story, which would be darker, of course. But guys, I don't want to do it now. Actually, I believe writing isn't what you do in a hurry and by doing that, I don't want to ruin the story, so you've to wait and I promise, I'll give you something better than Madness. For that, just remember my penname, Mastaani. You'll find the second book of Da'ud's family soon. Thank you for giving your time, Stay blessed and stay happy, and untill Da'ud's next book, give a chance to my another book, ‘Loving You Is A Risky Game’. It's a werewolf and vampire romance and I believe you'll like it. Love you, xoxo;)

If we don’t make it here, we’ll have to wait for another decade for another chance. There is a mirror magic at the top of the arena so that everyone can see what’s happening on the arena. Even us, whose here at the back, can see everything. The first one to battle is the two spatial mages, spatial magic are really convenient on the battle field. When there is emergency from a far away kingdom, as long as the spatial mage has seen the place, they can make spatial magic to that place. Their magic can alco be formulated into an attack, a strong one at that, but only few spatial mages were able to do that.

“Oh my stars.” I openly gaped at the magic that was swirling around. A mere lightshow. A low grade ability that even I can do flawlessly. Nonetheless, I believe it was still something to marvel at. Magic was a sight to see. No matter how small. “Amazing isn’t it?” Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.”

Inside were two sleek automatic rifles. Black. Polished. Deadly. One of them was an M4 carbine with a telescopic sight, laser pointer, and grenade launcher attachment. The other looked like an FN SCAR-L—used by elite military forces. A beautiful horror show. "Isn’t this a beautiful piece of art?" Victor said, taking out the M4. He held it like a violinist would hold a prized instrument, smiling faintly as he admired the details. Then, without warning, he pulled the trigger.

The message hidden within was undoubtedly important, but its contents remained a mystery. As her eyes traced the curves and lines of the symbols, she realized that this was no ordinary spell. It was a form of scrying magic, one used to reveal hidden truths or visions. Her breath caught as she recognized the potential implications. If this spell held information about the recent disturbances in the coven or the identity of the saboteur, it could be a game-changer.

I’ve never been trained in how to use magic. So to wield this much power was nearly impossible. I don’t have the control over it that a seasoned witch like Melania or Bisnonna would. And while I was holding my own, sending out blasts, it wasn’t honed. It was wild and untamed. It was nothing compared to the pinpoint accuracy that Bisnonna used to free Tiberius or as consistent in strength as the blast she sent to counter Melania.

But to their surprise, not only did Carzus let the man go unscathed, he also thought of another plan and dispatched several men to continue the mission. All eyes stared at him, stunned. 'Is this a dream? The emperor didn't swing his sword against that idiot's neck?!' and everyone thought that they were witnessing the greatest miracle in history. But, of course, they were wrong. That was just the appetizer of the miracle that was bound to happen.

She quoted words from a romance movie she watched a thousand times for her vows. Victor's wavy black hair was gel to the back, his grey suit hugged his body, his brown eyes deceivingly looked pure. He had a slim thick structure, 5'9 ft tall, broad shoulders and bow legs. Damn his figure was perfect. His smile was perfect, everything about his outward appearance was breathtaking. He would have fooled anyone and is fooling everyone. They say the devil was one handsome geek. Expecting anything else from a money hungry, manipulative billionaire was the worst thing she ever did.

I can only see his chest, covered with black clothing to protect his identity. Moments pass and I notice his chest rising heavily up and down. Is this the moment he kills me? I shut my eyes and think of everything that brings happiness to my life. Jake, Ivory, Trish, Tobias, The Big Bang Theory, cheese pizza, Nutella... "Open your eyes." I obey his order, opening my eyes slowly and lifting my head. I expect to find myself staring down the barrel of a gun but what I do find myself looking at is something I never expected.