Mahito's Mga Nobela at Kwento

The two dragons glided along for a few hours before Slate began to descend over a field in the territory of a kingdom closer to his own lair and far enough away from Beelzanborg that the soldiers who were clearly rallying to come after the Heart of Magic couldn’t reach them--yet. He touched down in a field of golden wheat, catching the sunbeams and sparkling like each stalk was made of a precious metal.

"There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!" "You seem so sure of yourself," her eyes glimmered with challenge. "Then let's fight and see who win." Moriah gave her a disgusted look. "I do not fight with a woman." "Is it because I might win?" "You are ridiculous, Hadassah." She smiled hastily, stretching her hand to him and yelled, "Motus!" Moriah stumbled backwards and almost flew over the ground, falling down. He glowered at her sudden action and stood up after a second, feeling annoyed.

I have a minimal worldview about magic. And I’m sorry to say most of that is negative. I don’t deny that there are good witches out there. I’m mated to the best one. But my time dealing with Shit Witch, yes, I refuse to use her name - monsters don’t deserve words, has left a bad taste in my mouth and a negative view of witch stuff.

Over the next week, Gogo armed her in subtler ways: Herbs tied in muslin—imphepho for clarity, umhlonyane for protection, beaded bracelets woven with charms against compulsion and a thick Basotho blanket, its geometric patterns hiding older, deeper wards. "These will help," Gogo said, folding the blanket into Rita’s trunk. "But you are your best shield." The night before Rita left, under a swollen full moon, Gogo led her to the field behind the house. A circle of salt, crushed herbs, and candlelight waited. Gogo wa;led right into the middle of the circle and Rita followed. "Breathe in," Gogo commanded, pressing a smoldering bundle of imphepho to Rita’s chest. The smoke curled around her, thi

Even the lords of the Kazakares and the giants of Humshu island attended. Lord Yokohama Yokozuna came dressed in the red armor of his clan. The Yokozuna is a clan of big dark-haired people with an even bigger temper to go with their body weight, this earned them the nickname "raging canons" among enemies and companions alike. Their beasts, the Maitzu are huge-shelled creatures. This allowed them to be able to build structures on their backs and attack from them. A raging Maitzu is unstoppable and no building can stand in its way for long. The Yokozuna clan is the best infantry in all of the human kingdoms and arguably the best in the whole of Mundillum.

"You owe me a foot massage." Higan led me passed the trees and into a clear and grassy place that gave view to the nature below us. I stood in a daze as I drunk in our surrounding and marveled at how breathtaking the scenery was. The cloudless sky was a light shade of blue and it made the view more picturesque. "Whoa," I breathed and smiled at Higan. He smiled back. "Beautiful, isn't it?" "Totally." I got my phone and took some pictures.

I said, and he smiled at me. “You’re ready,” he said, and I could feel its power in my veins. “Hylja sála. Envision it, see it, want it, be it, and you’ll get it right.” I closed my eyes again, and I saw the flames spread up my arms and envelope me. I felt the burn of magic on the inside and on the outside. “Hylja sála.” Kiran started laughing, and I opened my eyes. He was looking around the clearing, and I grinned.

Fog gathered low between the trees, softening the roots and rocks beneath a pale veil. The sanctuary stood somewhere on the eastern side of the territory. A small stone temple surrounded by silver ash trees. Any woman who crossed its threshold before sunrise would be untouchable. Any woman who failed would belong to the hunter who caught her. Maeve stood near the middle of the line. I saw no one else. She had changed out of the dark green dress she wore during the ceremony. Her black trousers fit closely enough that nothing could snag them while she ran. A charcoal tunic covered her upper body, belted tightly at her waist, and her boots rose almost to her knees.

MIA: she's slightly yandere but let's not talk too much about it. RIN: the fact that she can beat people up without magic should be considered its own form of magic. she utilizes her tools perfectly. VICTOR: yeah, the teleporting genius. there isn't much to say yet. YAMATO: the O.P. gourmet chef. expect more from him. TANAKA: no need to talk, she already knows that you think about her. WARAMAKI: master of all elements. he's not the avatar though. KOJIRO: he also has a strong mental barrier. he can be untouchable if he wants.

Everyone was stunned to see how one could have this much power. Mitchell, Scarlett, and everyone else couldn’t utter a single word. Daito suddenly felt extremely parched. He slapped himself in the face a few times to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things. Who was Miyata?! He was the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way, and one of the Island Nations’ God of War! A man like him was considered to be invincible! Yet he was beaten down with a single slap from the kept man, Harvey?!