Oblivion Enchanting Skill Novels & Stories

Occult branch sect, he is famous for bringing many new talented disciples for his sect, defiling many young maidens (for which many men are jealous) and for his tamed Giant snake. ABILITIES: -Firebolt(250 MANA) -Trigonal Flames(500 MANA) -Fire minions(depending on number of minions(100 MANA for every summon per minute )) -Beast Taming Mastery(low level beasts) -Flirting(doesn't work on males) ..... ... ... .... ....

He reminded once again and the stone that shone earlier turned back to normal. Lorenzo shook his head as the stone suddenly disappeared. He then faced Minerva who was in the high chair. "I would just engrave some protection spells on you. Don't worry it wouldn't hurt you at all." Lorenzo said as he smiled. By his index finger, he drew something on midair. When he was done, a rune was made and it flew back towards her direction. Suddenly, she was engulfed in yellow light. But it did not take too long as it vanished quickly.

I think I should rest now but I’m not tired yet and I haven’t reached my goal yet— to release energy and form it into a weapon like a sword or something. “You can do it Crystal.” I whispered to myself before letting a huge amount of black energy out of my hands, just enough for me to create an output. I imagined a bow and an arrow and tried to make it out of my magic by slowly moving my hands in the air but I just ended up being surrounded by black smoke. I never thought that doing an enchanted craft can be this hard but how can a respectable school accept someone like me who only knows how to release her magic and knows nothing beyond it?

"Lissandra, I want you to invite the ranked wolves to the villa for a dinner party. I want them to meet their Luna.” "I will, sir. It will be the most enjoyable dinner party ever," she smiled and bowed her head again. Just as Lissandra was about to leave the room, an idea suddenly came to me. Some witches were born with a unique ability known as "skill," and only a few were blessed with this gift. Lissandra was one of them. Her skill was called "Charm." She had the power to enchant her targets with her attractiveness and grace. All she had to do was touch them and look into their eyes, and they would be captivated, forgetting everything and everybody else.

It was a skill that had served her well in the Shadowveil and now proved equally valuable in the glittering cruelty of noble society. She moved to the eastern entrance, where massive arrangements of night-blooming flowers intertwined with crystalline structures. Using a wooden stool, she adjusted the drooping blooms, her fingers working deftly to reinvigorate the enchantments that kept them fresh. As she worked, the crystal at her throat—still her constant companion despite Vionna's repeated attempts to confiscate it—warmed slightly against her skin. Eight weeks of practice, of understanding that what I thought was simple warming is actually essence manipulation—changing the fundamental natu

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one enamored with this godlike man. On our wedding night, he received a phone call and never came back. I sat on the bed until dawn, not sleeping a wink. In the early morning, he came back drunk. He calmly stroked my head and said, "You know what's the most adorable thing about you? It's that you're sensible enough not to cause trouble. The Finley family needs a mistress like you." At that moment, the anger that had welled up in my heart was suddenly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

With the picture tucked securely in my pocket, I left Elara’s room, and took a walk back to my own room, locking the door behind me. “Anima in tenebris, levate vis, ignis in ferro, puritatem in sanguine.” I whispered, allowing the cloaking spell that had hidden my athame collection to lift like a veil. Tonight’s sacrifice would be unlike any other. It had to be special; it had to be memorable for Elara. I envisioned her holding her own blade, a pristine weapon untouched by the sins of my past.

Their gifts filled an entire room. Nora was so jealous that she became furious. Every day, she tried to scare me by whispering in my ear. "Rebecca, you have no idea, do you? Theodore kills without a second thought. If he gets upset, he takes it out on the people around him. You're walking right into a lion's den! If you ask me, you should give up. But we can't reject his family's engagement offer either… How about this? I'll sacrifice myself and go to your place..."

I'm pretty sure it would have affected my life expectancy. I tapped the skill tab. Three folders appeared; Life skills, Battle Skills, and Magic. I needed to organize my skills; they were growing a bit out of control. I pulled up the skill [Ultimate Elemental Magic Control]. It was the only skill Fiona had aside from [Mana Manipulation] and [Mana Mediation].