Novel & Cerita Mantra Sihir Asli Dengan Tangan

The moonstone. It was an actual moonstone. "Stretch out your hands," She instructed us. We did and then she gently removed the moonstone from its velvet encasing and placed it on my palm. Damon covered my palm with his, and placed his other hand under while I placed my other hand on top. Latifah nodded for us to go ahead and we recited the ancient mantra that we'd discovered in the ceremonials book. I'd rehearsed it over a hundred times; one, because I was nervous and two, because it was in a language I did not understand, hence pronunciations were hard.

He chanted: “I see the consciousness of the laws of nature. I am that consciousness.” The Kuji Kiri or the Nine Hand Seals was a set of mudras or hand signs. Originally developed by the mountain pilgrim monks of the Ethereal Nest, the Yamabushis, they served to purify Slayers under the raging torrent of a waterfall. By forming hand seals, Slayers were able to summon their ki (energy force) to perform any desired fighting technique. The particular hand seal that Sasha made gave him control of the elements of nature: the tides, the sea and all the creatures in it; big or small, known or unknown. A large stream of blue light emerged from his solar plexus and extended upwards.

Closing my eyes, once in awhile I thought of what kind of enchantments I should say to let out my power. “Let’s see…” I glanced at the glowing veins at my hand. It was starting to feel a bit painful because of how I’m not used to exerting my Mana on my hand. I gritted my jaw for a few moments then took a deep breath. “…Art of Creation.” I felt a sudden ZAP on my hand. TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK 2

He raises his arms to the sky. They are raising the coconut on their hands to the sky and starting to enchant an ancient spell. “Ong, gni brahma anglebur panca maha butha, anglukat sarining merta. mulihankene kite ring betara guru, tumitis kita dadi manusia mahatama. ong rang sah, prete namah.” The coconuts are glowing orange. Their bodies are absorbed into those coconuts, and the coconuts have turned into fireballs.

The chamber was still and silent once more. My hands were shaking, a fine tremor from the adrenaline still singing through my veins. Cassius started toward me, but a new threat erupted from the ground—a thorny barricade of thick, shadowy tendrils shooting up to form a wall between us. I focused, my breath catching in my throat. I willed my mana to flow across the floor like liquid moonlight, to snake around the base of the tendrils, constricting them like spectral vines. When my mental hold was absolute, I clenched my fist. The Shadowed tendrils crumbled into harmless nothingness.

As he tightened his grip, the thread seemed to take on a life of its own, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. He hung his left hand behind him, bringing his fingers to his lips as he closed his eyes and whispered a spell. “Nipa ẹjẹ, iṣọn, ati agbara omi ti nṣàn, jẹ ki okùn yi di, ṣiṣẹ okunkun si alabaṣepọ rẹ ti o ni alẹ lalẹ.” His eyes snapped open, and with a swift motion, he jabbed his finger at her, the thread piercing her chest and vanishing into her body.