Magician Kills His Wife Novels & Stories

There was even an incident that a magician of level 20 lost his sanity after forcing his way of using his own mana without the resonance with a deity. In the end, he murdered the parents of a family. That family's 2 children becomes an orphan as a result. And that certain magician goes into hiding. Until now, no one knew what happened to him. But rumors bound to exist. Some said that that magician becomes a demon. And some say he died after he suffered mana exhaustion. No one really knew the truth of what happened to that person after he flees from the scene... However, what he did that time birthed a great desire from a certain person. After all... 'hatred is the best fertilizer to nourish

I know, I made my family a crazy one about me. After searching for a week, we didn’t find anything, but I could say that we learnt many strange things about magic, like the werewolves, if they are faced with a dark magician, they will destroy their hearts completely, because a dark magician uses blood sacrifices to cast spells, he wants to make sure that his spell will work even after his death, so in destroying the heart the magic will stop in operating itself and the spell cast will disappear. It is something that I didn’t know about before. It may come in handy, because who knows William might be sending dark mages as assassins to kill me.

“No. I am indeed Don Vestri. I didn’t die. This was all a setup!” Damiano looked at me with viciousness and hatred in his eyes. My heart pounded in my chest. “Donna Bianchi, or should I say Magdalena, you truly are devious. You forced me to fake my death. I already warned you to let Wendy go if you didn’t want to face death.” The members of the family were shocked, and they started discussing the implications. “Is he really Don Vestri? He’s truly not dead! But why did he fake his death?”

Seeing Magus only brought him to the past, the past where he lost his beloved wife because of him, his best friend back then. *flashback "Magus! Save my wife! Let her out of this war!" Fernando shouted to his friend who seemed so frightened to move and followed his command but he suddenly did. It was a war between dark forest soccerrers between vampires and wolves. Magus and Fernando survived that war but a few months later things suddenly changed between them. Until one day, walking like a psycho and out of mind, Magus walked in, in Fernando's house killing his wife with a sharp object that had a blessing.

One of the ladies looked at a little piece of flesh beside her and shook her head. "In that case, I might as well just kill myself and make my death faster." "Hey Magician dude. Create a massive exploding fireball to kill us all at once, yeah." Someone said. The others agreed as if it was the most normal thing to do. Noticing that the magician did not move or even raise his head, the speaker went to take a look at him. He raised his head and saw that the wand had already stabbed through its owner's heart. The others saw it too.

Said the female magician before she brought a walkie-talkie out of her robe. “Kill him...” The Female magician utter the word in cold blood. At the end of her command Zhu Wushang's head on the screen exploded like a melon that got shot by gunfire. “Heh… With all due respect sir… but It seems that you are just talking big.” The same one who sat below his station speaks in a mocking tone toward Asim who’s frowning at the scene on the screen.

' Nicklaus mumbled to himself. "You're going to die here, Nicklaus. I was planning to keep you alive to be my spectator when your wife’s life and blood will free me. But I have changed my mind child. I'm going to kill you now!" queen Mirabel shouted and a strong wave of dark power swiftly attacked Nicklaus again. As Nicklaus dodged the attacks, the wave of magic seemed to have stopped. Something bright suddenly exploded and Nicklaus saw that Tiana had now initiated her own attacks on Mirabel while she was being occupied with him.

“I'm sorry, I can't give myself to a cuckoo pig. Go up the mountain to practice for a few more lives and then come back here and ask me to pay for it with your body. As for honor, it's behind you!" Marris gave a sly smirk that reminded everyone of two people, rather, some president in Italy and our jealous math teacher. "Behind?" The fat man mumbled and looked back. Something big, super big, huge, bursting with purple murderous intent, and it was his fat wife who had more than enough power to block his 50-inch television. Before he could run, he was squeezed by his wife's big hand and dragged away. Before leaving, the fat wife also said:

"I was patient. I plotted. I waited. But I can't wait anymore. Not with you." He scrambled backward, leaving crimson smears on the tile. "I can't take your abuse another day." My shadow fell across his face. "And now that the jig is up, I have no choice but to kill you." "Sara, wait—" "No." His scream never reached the air. My magic crushed it in his throat, leaving him to convulse as blood pooled beneath him. I didn't look away. Not once. He was struggling to breathe when that happened. His body convulsed as he choked on his own blood, eyes bulging with terror. His fingers clawed at the tile, desperate to pull himself away from me.

“You’re vile! You got my son killed and attacked me! My poor son!” “You might want to be mindful of your words, Judy. Surely, you don’t want to wish bad things on Hank, right?” I let out a sarcastic smile. Judy stammered, her expression stiff, while sounding me out, “M-My son is lying in the morgue, and you’re denying getting him killed? Have you no conscience?” Brushing Judy off, I turned to the funeral home staff and said, “If the body was mangled from the crash, how did you verify my husband?”