Novel & Cerita Magician Kills His Wife

I put the car in drive, put on the overheads, and raced from the parking lot. Startled, Max got angry. "Kelly... What in the hell are you doing. Are you freaking crazy?" "I'm going back to the bridge. I have to find that homeless guy. Keep reading from where I left off." "But there came a woman from a town some miles off to their house, with a lamentable Out-cry, that they had killed her husband. They askt her what she meant and thought her distracted, telling her they knew neither her nor her husband. Yes, saith she, you have killed my husband, he told me so on his deathbed. But at last, they understood by her. Her husband was a wizard and had bewitched this man's wife, and that this counte

screams Suzan and runs out of the apartment. You killed her. You killed her. These words rang in Magnus's ears. He knew he is the reason for his wife's death. After all, he was the one who pushed her so hard that her head hit the table and killed her.

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

A smile escaped his lips and for a while, he almost forgot about the real reason why he was there to begin with. The happiness did not last long though. Suddenly, there was another wolf approaching them and before he could transform into his wolf form, he was pushed away by an unknown magical force and the stray wolf pounced on his wife and unborn baby. She was bitten and pushed off the cliff. He screamed and ran toward her but it was already too late. The stray wolf suddenly disappeared and he was left with the sight of her falling with their unborn baby. It was the exact same scene as before. The tragedy repeated itself right before his eyes.

Catherine declared, her voice resonating with power. Summoning her magic, Catherine directed a force that sent Arthur crashing into the opposite wall, causing him to fall painfully to the ground. He groaned in agony as he struggled to rise. “I am your wife, Arthur, not your servant,” Catherine asserted, her resolve unwavering. “Everything I do, I do for the good of this family. Do you really think killing me will bring you peace?” With another flick of her finger, Catherine sent Arthur tumbling to the ground once more, his head connecting harshly with the wall. As he groaned in pain, Catherine extended her hands, the green light of her magic glowing brightly as she began to chant an incantat

Netizens had already uncovered the truth about her. [I thought she was just a pretty influencer, but turns out she's a homewrecker.] [Climbing the ranks as a mistress is one thing, but to deliberately provoke the wife? That's cruel, especially since she lost her child.] [I know about this. There was a little boy who was stabbed to death on Star Avenue recently. That must've been the wife's son. Word is, the father was with the mistress at the time, sending his own son out to run errands, and the boy was killed by a lunatic.]

“Do you know how long it took me to prepare that?” Before anyone could react, Gregory lunged at her, grabbing her throat with both hands. “You can do nothing, you bloody sorceress. I brought my wife here to be healed. So stop beating around the bush and tell me why she’s dying every two seconds.” His hands squeezed harder, his anger turning violent and when I saw he was going to kill her if I didn't step in, I grabbed Gregory’s arms, pulling him away. “Gregory, get a grip of yourself.” I barked, my voice tense but controlled. “IShe’s a sorceress, not a magician. She’s here to guide us, not to give instant answers.”

I looked down at my own hands, and a sudden memory flashed of the raw streak of red on the impostor's arm. Where did that scratch come from? My stomach churned violently. I covered my mouth, bent over, and began to dry-heave. Tears and sweat slicked my face as I sat there curled up, shivering uncontrollably. Ethan handed me a cup of warm water with a look of genuine pity in his eyes. I forced my head up, knowing I must look completely pathetic. "Then… what about my wife? Has she been… murdered? And who… who was the person on the phone just now?"

Her face flushed bright red as she struggled to find a response. The next second, she grabbed Henry by the shoulders and demanded, “Who did you kill? Tell me! Who did you kill?!” Henry was startled for a moment and hurriedly calmed her down. “Claire, don’t panic! Didn’t your father say your mother went to play cards with her friends? She couldn’t possibly have been here. Maybe the victim was just some random passerby.” However, his reassurance did nothing to ease Claire’s panic. “Didn’t you even look at who you were shooting? What if you killed the wrong person?!” Claire snapped.

At this point, everyone was shocked and realized that Maguire’s had really been killed via this kind of unbelievable method. It turned out that after Alex arrived, he was really motionless and it allowed Alex to decapitate him. Nobody knew that it was because Maguire was completely immersed in the nightmare and could not free himself after being interfered by the Great Nightmare Spell. More importantly, Alex’s Great Nightmare Spell contained multiple nightmares that he could not guard against. “A sworn enemy? You won’t stand a chance!”