Penyihir Novels & Stories

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

A blue light emanated from the scroll, enveloping Wilbur, and the phantom of a succubus appeared, opening its mouth wide. "The Howl of the Banshee?" The faces of the three judges changed drastically, filled with horror. Yes, it was indeed the Howl of the Banshee. This scroll was a gift from the Emperor of the Cherrytopia when Wilbur visited. The Howl of the Banshee was a genuine Higher Order spell, specifically designed for soul attacks. Ordinarily, Higher Order spells required intricate spellcasting and chanting, needing sufficient time for execution. However, spells sealed in scrolls could be unleashed instantly by tearing them open at any moment, achieving the goal of instantaneous spellc

The second spell failed. Completely. The reflection turned to soot. She recoiled, her breathing sharp. “No,” she muttered. “No, no, no. What was that?” Another hand emerged from the shadows of the chamber—one of her familiars. A rotting spirit with hollow eyes and moth-eaten wings. It rasped. “Your scrying is blind, mistress. His magic repels it.” “Then it isn’t his.” She paced, the hem of her midnight cloak dragging across the marble floor. “Something’s inside him. Something old. It moved through the spell like it had teeth.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“Boleh, asalkan bukan hal yang buruk, aku bukan penyihir jahat. Semua energi Mana-ku digunakan untuk melakukan hal yang baik.” Harith tersenyum mendengar Helena, entah kenapa dia terpikat pada Helena yang begitu cantik. “Kalau aku minta kau membuat orang jahat menderita, apakah itu hal yang buruk?” tanya Harith. Helena mengetuk-ngetuk jarinya di atas meja, menimang-nimang, dia sendiri tidak tau pasti apakah itu hal yang baik atau buruk. “Aku tidak bisa mengutuk, aku penyihir yang bisa menyembuhkan sesuatu, jadi tidak bisa melakukan hal seperti itu, maaf.”

She knew something wrong was happening with her grand daughter. The fakir brought a jug with him and spilled some spirited water on the coin. He muttered some mantras pasting it on his forehead and sanctified it with his powers. He then pasted the coin on the forehead of the beast. The beast roared in torture, he lifted the fakir in air, tried to push him away but he couldn't. The power of coin forcefully pasted on his forehead was sucking away the strength of the evil forces in him.

What exactly did she gain? While Eros was away, I went on to do my own research. I looked for more information on the Book of the Damned. I managed to find siphon magic however it was meant to transfer a magical force from or to an object and not a living, breathing human being. There was no information about Blair Balfour either apart from her name being on the list of Living Legends.

They are fast, agile, and deadly. And, just as Hunter said I hung with him as he started fighting with ferocity. I collected my focus and muttered the incantation for casting a spell, “Suspendere” I whispered and repeated again barely above a whisper, “Suspendere.” And energy blasted, sending one of the bloodsuckers flying back into a tree. A smile took place on my face feeling satisfied as for the first time I was using my powers for helping the pack and fighting against our enemy.

" Now, the Whispers of Enthrallment, which are a potent spell of mental domination, my last stop before practicising. I bring out the ingredients - a black raven's feather, a vail of moonlit water and a lock of my hair. Hilarious to think, last year, by this time, I was a Professor, now here I am learning the dark act of mental domination. With the ingredients ready, I start to chant "Stiny hluboke a duchove stafi Podej mi moc, temnou a smelou, Skrze spetana slova a zvracene umeni Svash jejich mysl, ovladnu kazdou cast" I scream as the words around my tongue is changed back. "Eyes of night, gaze piercingly, Bend their will, now yield to me. With every breath, my command obey,

So, I tried to stay as calm as possible while simultaneously searching for the correct incantation. Closing my eyes, I began to mumble the spell: "Liberum Vinculum, set my spirit free, Unseen restraints, I now release thee. Invisible bindings, dissolve and unwind, Grant me the freedom, the liberation I find." "It's useless," Gloria cackled. "No spell or anyone has ever broken free from my mind control. You can mutter all you want, but nothing will work!" Ignoring her taunts, I pressed on. By the strength within and my untamed will,