Magician Kills His Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Luckily, Lily caught him before it worked! The entire room erupted. Countless disdainful eyes turned to me, and whispers surged like a rising tide. "My god. Is this for real?" "He tried to kill his own mother for money?" "No wonder Ms. Peterson looked so worn out before…" "How could Ms. McKay even consider this guy?" Abbie's expression darkened. She opened her mouth to speak, but I gently pressed her hand and shook my head, signaling her to wait. Sean, sensing our silence, smirked even wider. He had his team play a blurry video on the big screen.

“You piece of trash! Your wife just died, and you dare seduce my wife? Disgusting!” Before I could speak, he rushed forward and swung at me. “I will destroy your face! Let’s see you try to seduce her again!” The crowd whispered among themselves. Not a single person spoke up for me. “So, he has been eyeing her all along. Disgusting. Men really turn into beasts once their wives are gone.” “His wife has only recently passed, and he is already thinking dirty thoughts. Who knows what else he has done behind the scenes?” “He always acted like a devoted husband. Who knew that he would go after her too? He’s worse than an animal.”

This wasn't supposed to happen this way, I'm married to and evil man. I felt my rage then come to the surface, I would NOT be raped by my husband, he will NOT take what hasn't been given to him. I used my magic to levetate a hard glass vase and before he could move I smashed it over his head then kneed him in the groin I then jumped from the bed and grabbed the chair from the desk next to the bed and I slammed it over his back and part of his skull knocking him unconscious. I ran out of the room with my nighty torn half off my body as fast as I could to my chambers and then slammed the door shut then spelled a lock on it so he couldn't break through even if he wanted to.

"Are you angry at him? What am I asking, of course you are. He killed your wife." "No. I am not. It's true that I loved my wife a lot. But we witches and wizards have some rules. If Everett had not killed my wife, she still would have died. It's a rule of the Moon Goddess. She would have died by an unknown curse by the moon goddess. Because my wife had committed a forbidden sin. She cursed an innocent person." "Why did Everett cage you here?" "Because my wife said something else to him too." "What?" "She said to Everett that he could not mark anyone else until he became the king."

A menacing look crossed his face. "By now my wife must have propagated the first half of the plan, pumping your pack's frustration. And as feigned... Your shape-shifting family must have begun their arrangements to come here— without stressing their brain on the fact that they're just being escorted to a death snare by my wife with her superb acting skills. "Everyone thinks that I am a mad magician but nobody knows that the ideas for those fatal magic tricks came from Julia's evil brain." stunned, she flicked her eyes.

I paused for half a second. Elliot’s face darkened. “Enough.” He walked past me and went straight to Mark. “How long do you plan to keep haunting her?” Mark looked at him coldly. “What happens between me and my wife is none of your business.” Elliot gave a short laugh. “Your wife? Did you ever actually cherish her as one?” Mark’s expression went completely cold. “Stay away from her.” “You’re the one who should stay away.” The next second, Mark threw the first punch.

Then suddenly realisation hit him fast and his mouth opened wide processing his thoughts. "Sanguine sanguis servatur," He said out loud. Oh my God, it's the resurrection spell" He checked her pulse and he felt nothing. "The spell killed my wife!" the spell promised to take something from us...It said we would pay" His tears welled fast. His grip on her was tightened. "But not with you baby, you had nothing to do with all of this... Not you" He cried out loud, gripping Mallory. "Take me instead...Please"

When one of their husbands tried to counter the sorcerer, he took a small mud statue from his coat pocket and poked match sticks on it. With each poke he made on the toy blood oozed like fountains from her husband's skin. The woman wailed in infecundity, pleaded the rogue to use her but to set her spouse free. Yet the libertine had different plans. He killed him by continuously piercing holes on the toy in his hands.

I exchanged polite nods and sat at an empty desk, the soft hum of conversation a reassuring backdrop. Time ticked by. Then, echoing through the corridor, came the furious bellow I'd been expecting. "Where is Ben Kingsley? Ben, come out here right now!" The door burst open, swinging hard against the wall. Simon stood at the threshold, flanked by a crowd of angry faces. His voice rang out, sharp and accusatory. "You! For your own petty revenge, you killed your wife and unborn child. You don't deserve to call yourself a doctor!"

“Save them, take them to safety before the zombies get them. There is a powerful sorcerer also somewhere in this smoke, and he has reason to be angry with us all.” “How astute,” Leighton snarled as the smoke revealed him. He was luminescent. It was not a good sign, Sigrid knew immediately. Only magic could cause that particular effect, and for him to shine in such a way, he had access to a lot of magic. Tom shot, but the bullet passed straight through Leighton as if he were as insubstantial as the smoke. “You killed my beloved wife,” he accused them. “You killed your beloved wife,” Sigrid corrected, perhaps unwisely. Was he there at all? She wondered. His feet did not seem to be touching the