Occlumency And Legilimency Novels & Stories

And when he saw what was inside, without hesitation, he left the treatise to himself, otherwise he probably would not have been able to obtain permission to study it. “Tome” (despite the small format, I wanted to call the book that way) bore a title in an approximate translation that sounded: “The beginnings of mind magic in all its diversity. Features of the impact on people, true werewolves and werewolves initiated, running with wolves, demons and ghosts. The full list of objects for the application of spells always plunged Lorenzo into shock. What was the difference between true and initiated werewolves remained a mystery, the possibility of mental influence on demons and ghosts seemed to

Not random curiosity but deliberate, persistent effort to establish connection regardless of protective measures. "Persistence suggests specific objective rather than general curiosity," Elaric agreed, shadow magic creating subtle privacy field around their conversation. "The shadow construct's design indicates technical knowledge regarding both Silvyn communication networks and House Nox defensive protocols—concerning combination that justifies enhanced security despite research advancement considerations."

The church ticked—the old stone’s way of breathing. Frank spoke carefully. “Sulcatum… ploughed, or furrowed. Speculum is mirror. Sacculus… purse, pouch, a… sack. Repdetrious—I don’t know. It isn’t classical. It might be an invented declension. Or mediaeval. Or… wrong on purpose.” He swallowed. “You think this is—”

Her physical form flickered, destabilizing, magic bleeding from her like light through cracks in broken glass. Lucien twisted the blade. “You should’ve stayed dead, Irene.” Ophelia collapsed, her vision going white. Her body spasmed, unable to shift back, locked between her wolf and human form. Her body faltered, her limbs locked, her form flickered, destabilizing. The relic hidden in her pouch rolled free and clattered to the floor. Lucien bent to retrieve it with a satisfied expression and then turned to her, blade raised and ready for the final blow. “Time for you to join your-“

I spoke the words of the spell, my voice was steady despite the fear coursing through me. “Sanguis ad sanguinem, Memoria ad memoriam, Ostende mihi veritatem, Quod in sanguine latet." Blood to blood, memory to memory, show me the truth that lies hidden in the blood. The room began to tilt. The light from the cloth grew blinding, so bright that I had to shield my eyes. I felt a pulling sensation, like invisible hands were reaching into my chest and yanking me forward. And suddenly I wasn't in the library anymore.

I wondered how they’d feel in my palms, how her nipples would tighten when I rolled them between my fingers and how they’d taste when I sucked one into my mouth. Fuck. I wanted to slide my cock between them, watch them bounce while I fucked that tight valley and paint her throat with cum. Focus, you bastard. She’s your student. Keep your head straight. I crossed my legs under the desk and cleared my throat. "So, what about the dissent in Harlan? You think Justice Hale had a point on overreach?" Bailey straightened a bit.

Vinculum quod non frangi potest, nunc frangitur. Per sanguinem ligatum est, per sanguinem liberatur! Omnes clausuras disrumpite! Clausura absoluta! Sanguis trium - vincula frangite! I repeated the incantation after him and with each recitation, I felt a surge of aggressive energy course through that it threatened to spiral out of me chaotically. I shrieked as the wave got stronger and stronger threatening to blast out my chest. Cole and Skye vibrated furiously as the force compelled them to convulse aggressively.

"The spring will open soon, Ella. It is time. I had the vision. The soul that the spring seeks is in our pack. I followed the rituals. But it rejected all the alpha females including ours. You are the one left, Ella." "Don't twist it more than it already is. You said my body is not an alpha wolfs. Even if Lexa is an alpha, you can not use me," I said. "That you will slowly understand. You will get your answers at the right moment. But take my advice, don't try to look for Edward or run away, Zen is now raging with a desire for vengeance. It will only hurt you and cost Edward's life. Come to the conclave in the evening. You will be able to see your husband there as well," the oracle warned me

Iris’s heart pounded in fear. “What does His Majesty intend to do?” Franz smiled without answering. After five minutes, an elderly man entered the hall. He bowed to the king and awaited orders. “Examine her memories and confirm whether she is innocent or not.” The mage already knew the situation; it was sensitive and known only to a few. Iris was certain of her innocence, so she did not resist. The mage stepped toward her. He placed his hand on her head and muttered incomprehensible words. Mysterious forces swirled around Iris, then disappeared into her mind.

I shined the penlight in his eye and tried to erase the last hour or so from his mind using some of that good old scopolamine we Templari liked to have on hand. Look, it wasn't like we liked doing this sort of affair, altering memories and all, but history has taught us, Knights, a thing or two about our fellow man. The general populace is in no way, shape, or form able to deal with knowing about the supernatural. A man sees a demon, an actual no holds bar demon from the Pit itself, and they go mental real quick after the whole existential dread bit.