Penyihir Novels & Stories

She whispers unto herself as she places the book back on its shelf. Counting her steps as she hums a melody in between, she stands in the center of her library as the spiral staircase that leads up and looks like an infinite loop towards the sky can make anyone hook in amazement, but in a dizzy state. She draws a pentagram illuminating its bright blue light highlighting the lines, points, and marks to the floor as she chanted. “Conjuro potenti. Patefacio a porta ad inferos. Et tua deamones transire. Sic urantar mundi.”

I hung up. I rested my chin over my knuckles, casually staring at the nothingness in front of me as if it was a very normal thing to do. It's impossible for me to acquire that virus. There's no way I'm going to interact with anyone, especially now that there's a very reasonable excuse not to. Suddenly, a black and purple blur crossed my vision. I whipped my head to the side, following its trajectory. It was a butterfly.

Exhorting the prayer of Latin, the language of the witches. I dumped my palms on the chore and closed my eyes. I free myself from the blast sound and opened my soul before I pronounced a word. As I touched the ground, a blue light showed up in my palm, it was gently brightening on the surface, flickering and sparkling. "Elementa ventida mihi potential tuam, Ostende mi hi creaturam absconditam inter carelum nubilum. Confer mihi protestatem tuam etsume in locum in quo slint"

Like a coiled snake, it came towards them with its stealthy movement. "Can you do a spell or something?" Cassandra whimpered with tears. "I can't," Vasilisa admitted in a hiss. She had used too much of her magic to summon the Phoenix. It was next to impossible to cast any spell in this state. The only way to survive the Screamer now was to get out of the pit, but there was no exit except the hole they had fallen through. Vasilisa could easily fly off, but not Cassandra, and even if she could throw a fire spell to frighten the demon away or cast an invisible spell, it would still come back at them like a vulture smelling blood.

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* *“Translation: Stop whatever is happening around, do not move until I make another sound” As soon as he said it, everyone and everything stopped moving immediately. Lily also didn’t move at all so that Young Chul won’t get suspicious. After that, both brothers looked at each other and nodded. They started reciting the spell together. Young ho raised his hand and started with the first spell, *“Impigritas tenebrarum et lucis, ut obliviscatur eorum quae mox oculis conspexerunt”* *“Translation: Energy of the darkness and light, make them forget what just witnessed their eyes”*

How is it able to talk to me? He initially wanted to turn around and take a look, but his heart jumped when he heard Shelly’s voice from inside. “Don’t turn around. That's a demon that can hypnotize humans! Use Ksitigarbha's Ten Wheels Earth Incantation to ignore it. As long as you’re determined enough, you'll be safe!” Alex felt his heart shudder again and turned back to the front, chanting the Ksitigarbha's Ten Wheels Earth Incantation immediately.

Elysian, exclaimed. "Oh, that...umm..nothing just exhibited my trick to give that shit a hard time to decide what he is seeing is a truth or an illusion of his fear." Adrian raised his chin proudly. "Is this some kind of magic? what do call this trick, tell me?" Elysian whines like a child in excitement, which made Adrian act more superior. "Well...if you are asking then I think I can tell you... I call this trick, Praestigia." "Pra-what?" Elysian tried to repeat the word but she couldn't pronounce it well.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”