Oblivion Resist Magic Novels & Stories

There had been plenty of bullying among the children too. Maybe from that time on, I had subconsciously made myself stop caring about anything to protect myself from the outside world. I subconsciously ignored every injury because I was afraid of the pain. But now, I had a family, and I had people who loved me too. I no longer needed to protect myself that way. Seeing the resolve on my face, Nora and Susan closed their mouths in despair. After that, Theodore interrogated Nora, and she gave up the elite hacker who had broken into his estate's system back then. Theodore gave that person two choices. Go against the Jensen family or work for him.

And I begin to wonder, it must be his black magic that acts as his body’s defence mechanism against the perfume’s attack. But what’s different from five years ago, is that I now have a notebook that can combat black magic. I immediately grab hold of Margret’s notebook and begin reading through it again. I go over the common ingredients that are relevant to the perfumes used to resist black magic. I also try to recall Dorian’s type, in which Mr. Barlow pointed out.

I uttered mentally out of disbelief. “Sadly, the answer is yes. While Cursed Greed Magic can steal someone's magic partially or completely, Leviathan’s Cursed Magic can make him copy someone's magic and use it at his own advantage,” he disclosed to me, adding to my astonishment. “What the fudge!” I said mentally. My though came into halt when I heard Almirah’s voice trying to bring back Suzaine into her senses. “Hey, Suzaine, wake up. Come back to your senses,” the woman gushed out, tapping the woman’s cheeks.

“It is resistant to magic, no matter what you do it won’t budge.” ——— Liking the story please vote, comment and leave a review! Orz!

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

It's not good for us if mother finds a single dust on anything. Asking everyone to massage my body, it's like I am alone, only howling like mental. Didn't find a single ear for it. We went to bed. I messaged mom with a range of five hundred words, not less than my previous messages. I can't move my legs and hands. It's stuck as muscle stretches. I didn't join Jim in my life. David went for a week and forgot everything.

Hardening it between my palms until it turned almost metallic. Magus went down the line and shoved tall, thin stakes in the ground. Then ordered. “Cut them.” I gave him a pleading look. “Cut them!” He barked in uncharacteristic roughness. Sounding more like Hawk. Something is wrong. “Now!” He roared. His gaze locked on me. Nothing like the laughing Magus I know. I blinked at Magus in shock and swung my light sword toward the stake but as always it flickered as it reached the wood and sputtered out. Blooming back to life on the other side of the stake.

And Gareth, a powerful earth mage, shielded them from magical attacks, his earth magic creating impenetrable walls of stone. They reached the chamber housing the Obsidian Heart, but it wasn’t the anticipated silent chamber they had prepared for. Instead, they were met with a fiercely resistant group of elite sorcerers, their eyes burning with a dark, malevolent energy. These weren’t just ordinary sorcerers; these were the Obsidian Circle’s most powerful members. They were the Circle’s last line of defense, the guardians of the heart itself. The ensuing battle was a brutal clash of magic and might, a test of skill and sheer willpower. Arcane energy clashed, spells crackled in the air, and the

Full Lycan form, full force — but not the blind berserk of pure instinct, because what I felt through the bond was Aria still present, still fighting, still there, and that meant I had room to be precise. Vivian, to her credit, didn’t run. She stood her ground against a Lycan King in full form and raised both hands and released everything she had. It hit me. Dark magic, depleted or not, was significant against anything. Even Lycans felt it — not with Aria’s immunity, not with the Royal Wolf’s complete resistance, but we were apex predators in our own right and the bond between Aria and me had done something to my baseline. I felt it.

They knew that they had been chosen for a special purpose, their bodies now infused with the magic of Selene's blessing. The mage's next enchantment held a promise of impenetrable defense. With intricate gestures and whispered incantations, Selene summoned a shimmering shield of energy that surrounded each soldier. This shield, woven with strands of ancient magic, would render them impervious to missiles and weapons forged from lead, providing an invaluable advantage on the battlefield.