Penyihir Novels & Stories

The end of Cunning. Learn what is next for Nox and Charli in DECEPTION

I checked the system to see the list of my skills Main skills: [Mana Mastery] [Magic Mastery] [Dark Magic] [Space Magic] [Enchant Magic] [Psychic Magic] [Evil Eyes] [Abyss Magic] [Martial Art] [Magic Craft] Sub skills: [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance] [Evil Eye of Distortion] [Evil Eye of Illusion] [Evil Eye Grudge] [Mana Records] [Take Over] [Telekinesis] [Space Maneuver] [Force Field] [Pain infliction] [Provocation][Dark Manipulation] [Curse Magic] [Puppet Mastery] [Totem Magic] [Witchcraft] [Necromancy] [Time Arc] [Archive]

Alisa, who had just gotten back up, was immediately speechless seeing her senior launching a series of attacks with agility. "Sis Sophie." SWINGG SWINGG SWING The continuous light slash attacks made Penny even more desperate. She jumped back to launch a stronger counterattack. "Don't think you can take me down, Sophie Alkatiri!!" Penny pointed both hands at Sophie and cast an incantation. “Morkepiskia Dragau!!” WHOOSHH GROOAHHH Penny created a dark dragon large enough with a strong density of occult particles to defeat Sophie. She thought that the girl could not cut her with her light magic. But it turned out to be wrong.

His hands, weathered and marked by the passage of time, hovered above her, radiating a gentle aura of energy. The wizard closed his eyes, delving into the depths of his knowledge, tapping into the wellspring of his magical prowess. He reached out with his mind, seeking the threads of Lucy's essence, searching for the source of the darkness that had ensnared her. His focus was unyielding, his concentration unbreakable, as he delved deeper into the mysteries of her being.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

"They can be used for different things like blocking someone's presence so they can't be detected or blocking someone's abilities. But if that's the case, why didn't I sense it?" "Because whoever cast this spell was using some very old magic and knew how to hide their work so it is nearly impossible to detect unless you know what to look for." The old woman explained. "I've not seen this type of thing in a very long time and certainly not to this level." "Can you undo it?" Chloe asked. The silence plummeted into the room like an anvil hitting the ground.

Little did she know that the events that had just transpired would set in motion a chain of events that would change their lives forever. In the shadows, Kael carefully readied himself for the upcoming stage of his safe and carefully thought out scheme. He was the bearer of an exceptional and formidable talent – one that granted him the capacity to create a psychic connection with other individuals. This extraordinary skill enabled him to read their innermost thoughts and subtly influence their feelings, ultimately bending them to his sinister desires. As he concentrated his formidable energy, his eyes began to radiate an eerie, dark glow, signaling the activation of his unique power.

She took a deep breath, a mixture of apprehension and determination coursing through her veins as she began the incantation: "Sog mi hill ooooh byie Muc myfht so hus heh Nhioebhoooo hhemeu tohyl" With each uttered word, a shiver danced down her spine, a potent blend of anger and fear welling up within her. Her voice wavered as she beckoned the spirit of sickness and disease with her carefully chosen phrases. And then, as if on cue, a brilliant flash of lightning sliced through the air, punctuating her incantation. It was as if the very room responded to her invocation.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******