Magician Kills His Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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."

"Feng Jiuzheng, what kind of evil magic is your wife using? I and Patriarch Zhou both don't have any strength, but do you have any way to break it?" At this time, Wu Qichuan asked Feng Jiuzheng with great expectation. He thought, "Kong Fen and Feng Jiuzheng are husband and wife. Feng Jiuzheng should know what kind of magic his wife is using, right?" Feng Jiuzheng snorted coldly and said to Wu Qichuan, "Humph, Wu, you're dead! My wife used the Soul-devouring Skill. Both your and Zhou Tian's souls have been sucked away. In less than three days, both of you will die."

"He fainted because of lack of oxygen, calm down." The old woman just now appeared here to stay away. "Are you the one who killed that snake?" Marin looked at the old woman in front of her defensively. "That's right, if I don't make it in time, you'll be dead." "Who is you?" "I'm a magician, you should get out of here quickly." She indeed looks like a magician, but... "What made you chase me away so quickly?" She smiled "It's...is...it's dangerous here." Her face turned pale.

After that, Zac kept telling everyone that he had married the perfect wife. He said that meeting me was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to him. However, the number of photos of him going in and out of hotels had increased. The marriage was already dead for a long time. My stubbornness had ruined myself and even more so, my son. I slowly walked toward the urn and wiped the surface clean with a piece of tissue paper. Then, I sent a text message to a few key business partners of our company. Many of them were only willing to help me because of my parents.

In that veil, illusion was the order, and it desired to ruin whoever tried to fight its power. “You.” Richard walked to the man. “Where is she?” The shorter man smirked. “Did you think bringing cops here would help you hide your faults? Perhaps I should show them evidence of you trying to murder your wife right in this house.” “How then would you explain how that man and my Rosie disappeared into thin air? I doubt the cops will believe it was a magic trick.” “They won’t have to bother about that.” The man’s smile bothered Richard. “I am very good at what I do. I can make you look guilty as much as I desire.”

A strange lightness enveloped my body, such that I felt as I was floating in the air. By the time I came back to my senses, I was already standing in the center of the living room. I could see Caleb still raining down punches upon me like a madman, devoid of rationale. That wasn't all—I could also see my corpse underneath him, blood spattering all over my face. Caleb didn't seem to notice that I was already dead. It was quite strange to watch myself getting beaten up from a third point of view. Oddly enough, I didn't feel an ounce of anger or sadness. Perhaps, ever since I agreed to marry Caleb in Cindy's place, I had been waiting for this day.

Max grumbled “I can’t. When I gave half my mortality to my husband, I lost some of my abilities. A sacrifice I was willing to make for my mate. This was one of them. But also, someone is using dark magik...very dark. The kind that requires blood sacrifice in order to get the upper hand”

“I prayed to her on a warm, sunny afternoon, not on the night of a full moon, for a miracle. A miracle that would rescue me that night, and she sent you, my mate. Isn't it a coincidence?” “What do you mean?” he asked with a confused grimace laced to his brows. His pupils dilated as he tried to understand what I was talking about. “My cruel husband who doesn't want me, killed your wife, and then you killed him and now we’re supposed to be mates? It all doesn't make sense, does it?" I scoffed, raising my eyes to him and then allowing it to rest on my toes. I fiddled with my hands with insecurity, not sure of what he could do to me.

"My magic eats people's flesh. It takes less than a second to consume them and only their bones will be left. All I have to do is let it run wild and every life on this planet might vanish. I can not touch anyone, because the magic could use that opportunity to eat them alive, like it tried with you just now. It is that dangerous." His eyes gleamed red in the darkness of the shelter as he waited for a reaction, waited for her to run or show the fearful pity he had seen on his uncle and siblings. Courage and boldness made hardly a difference in this case, since there was no solution to his problem. Every roard led to death. Now she would understand what it meant when he said that he 'could no

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.