روايات وقصص ضمن Penyihir Cantik

The sweet, musky scent of incense wafted through the air as she poured it into the bowl of holy water. Using the chalk, she began to draw intricate signs and symbols on both of her arms. Next, she picked up a dagger lying beside the bowl. With a swift, precise motion, she cut her palm, and trickles of blood flowed into the bowl. As she did so, she began to incantate, her voice low, deep and hypnotic. "Kimberly Silversmith," she whispered, her eyes closed in concentration. Soaking both her palms in the water, she felt a sudden surge of energy. Her eyes turned white, and she slipped into a trance-like state.

I looked up at Summer's triumphant face, then at Cade. "Is this apology good enough?" Cade's chest rose and fell heavily for a while, then he cleared his throat. "I'm glad you've repented. Go mourn your mother for me." After saying those superficial words, he wrapped his arm around Summer's slender waist and turned back to continue the celebration. Amidst laughter and chatter, guests whispered amongst themselves. "No wonder Mr. Finley wouldn't touch her. Her heart is foul. That's why intimate photos of her leaked the other day."

"Lilyana, you are always perfect." "Look at her! She really is like a goddess." "I guess no one can beat her beauty." The sound of camera shots and flashes combined with a woman who skillfully played with her facial expressions and body posed so beautifully. "Good. Now turn your gaze to the window. Let the sunlight come in and illuminate your face," said the photographer. Lilyana followed the photographer's direction perfectly. She posed gracefully and naturally, showing off her natural beauty and stunning charm. In fact, anyone who saw her would have thought she came out of a painting.

She stuck her hand into her purse and got what looked like foundation powder. "Make-up?" Caspian asked as Lady Priscilla laughed, opening the lid to the container of powder. Lady Priscilla laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Nope, my dear. This is an imported powder from Taris—one of the witch realms. Makes you vanish from sight." I watched in awe as Lady Priscilla sprinkled the mysterious powder on her feet. The room shimmered, and suddenly, they were invisible—like ghosts slipping through the fabric of reality.

He gently placed her down and watched her. The cold wind blew, and Julia shivered. Zeke blanketed her with the hide and tucked her in. The wind blew again, trailing her scent and intoxicating him once again. Zeke closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he slowly opened his eyes and exposed his ruby red pupils that glowed with malice. “My sweet, sweet, human girl.” He moaned in delight. He combed her hair using his fingertips and placed it close to his face. The mere touch of her hair against his skin made him want to claim her.

He sent an ‘ok’ before he turned back to look at the creature while secretly tapping Yris’s leaf on Vermeil’s back so that Vermeil won’t be affected by the ugly creature’s bewitching spell. “Raine…” Vermeil called, feeling creeped out by the ugly creature which was staring at him. “Your hand…” he muttered. “Don’t move, or you will fall for the third time to its bewitchment.” Raine whispered. “I just know acupuncture.” He lied. Vermeil didn’t ask anymore and continued to stand there stiffly. The ugly creature, probably feeling impatient after it didn’t see any of the two people moving, falling on its bewitchment, made a shrill cry.

Sheila couldn't control the gasp that escaped her mouth. To say she was surprised would be an understatement. She was flabbergasted. This was the last thing she expected from David. Who would have thought that his surprise was this pleasant? Amidst her surprise,she let out a beautiful smile that was as breathtaking as a sunset by the shores. Looking at her smiling face, David's heart raced. This is because the woman before him resembled an otherworldly creature,a fairy from a painting. He could swear that this was the most enchanting and beautiful smile he has ever been graced with. He almost forgot all about his confession. He just wanted to stand and embrace her because the answer to the q

“You have questions about the second prophecy, the one the elves named after me.” “Is it about you?” I ask. I can see that Buppig and Hyacinth are struggling to keep up with the one side of this conversation that they can hear. If a majestic deer could shrug, she would have. “I have never been called a Shield, but it fits the description of what I do to protect the forest. Where others guard, or fight, I use my magic to provide an illusion, or glamor, that allows Araphyra to go unseen by humans. I am the reason that what you see when you approach Araphyra is an empty field with only an old gate. If Samlael allows you to pass, the illusion lifts and the person can see Araphyra.”

Leopold pressed emotionlessly. Narcissa pushed herself up into a sitting position as she glared furiously at him. "Through magick of course… all reinforced with hidden enchantments and a healthy dose of succubus pheromones to force you to act on your darkest desires." She smirked unrepentantly, clearly proud of her accomplishments although she had ultimately failed in whatever her goal had been. Lexi gasped involuntarily and covered her mouth with her hand as she leaned forward and focused intently on the words she had spoken.

There it was, a kaleidoscope of colors shimmered fleetingly before settling into an almost invisible cocoon around Aiden. Despite my heart singing in triumph, I couldn't afford to celebrate prematurely—I needed proof. A small yet dangerous test ought to verify it. Grabbing a pair of scissors from the table, I muttered a Conjuring spell. The scissors floated into the air, defying gravity, ready to strike on my command. With a deep breath, I sent the scissors streaming toward Aiden’s right leg; my heart pounded like a war drum in my ears. The world appeared to cringe, preparing for the impact.