Penyihir Novels & Stories

“What are you doing?” She didn’t respond, crouching to draw intricate symbols on the floor with my blood. The motions were precise, almost mechanical, and low murmurs spilled from her lips—a chant in a language I couldn’t begin to understand. “Things seen and things not seen, let this girl walk in between. Though they look, they shall not see. Grant invisibility, for I am Arson, Sorcerer of Furvus, and it harm none, so mote it be.” The blood began to glow faintly, casting eerie, flickering shadows across the walls.

He could hear the lock move into place from the outside. Her greyed hair though scanty, frail, and dirty stood on end. Her eyes gleamed brightly and her mouth rasped out its breath, it smelled like the rotten stench and it filled the room. Her face had grown hideous but a smirk seemed misplaced. Her skull can be seen outlined by the thin coats of flesh. Transfixed by an unknown force, Sergie gasped in startled pain as he realized with horrified horror that he was held by an invisible hand on the neck. It carried him up in the air, he seemed to be levitating. His eyes grew wide as she struggled to free himself.

A trainee pointed to Kiko. "Cool! He already mastered his 3rd skill." Exclaimed by another person. "Wow! What kind of magic is that?!" A girl questioned. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelB(i)n.NET ᴏɴʟʏ. "Dummy, that is called Mana Membrane. A defensive spell." Answered the person beside her.

I compliment her and she doesn't say a word which means she's flushing. We don't talk much and say good night before we go to sleep. Since I'm in Zurich we started calling each other every night before we sleep. Ashley said she became those nightmares since she's back at home. She sees always the same. Some women wearing all black in a dark room and telling her to go away from 'him'. She still doesn't know who this women is or she means. I thought of a ritual with her to forget her dream and now it became something important. It really helps her to forget about the nightmares and it even helps me to not miss her that much.

The shadows at the edges of the runes shivered like they were tasting the air for blood, for fear, for dominance. Sierra clenched her fists, fingers grazing the chalk. She whispered the trigger phrase, her voice tight, sharp. A flicker of silver sparked at her fingertips—but it was wilder than usual. The shadows responded instantly, snaking higher, twisting faster than she expected. Her anger, her jealousy, her protectiveness over Malick—it all fed the spell, amplifying it beyond the controlled parameters she’d intended.

I rack my brain for an answer, “Dark magic?” “Yes. It’s a forbidden form of magic that uses a form of extreme sensory loss in a confined space,” The elderly doctor explains. “By immersing any creature, human or supernatural into such a space, spelled by the forbidden magic, will break the prisoner's mind by using phantoms.” “Phantoms?” The air suddenly feels heavy, making it uneasy to breathe. My wolf snarls in my head, aware of the change in the environment.

she said, stepping back to give me space. I took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. I started with a simple fire spell, feeling the warmth of the magic flow through me. I visualized the flames, their flickering light and intense heat, and then released the spell. A small fireball appeared in my hand, glowing brightly. “Good,” Sylvia said, nodding approvingly. “Now, try combining it with an illusion. Make the fireball appear larger than it is.” I closed my eyes, imagining the fireball expanding, its flames growing taller and more menacing. When I opened my eyes, the fireball had indeed doubled in size, though I knew it was just an illusion. Sylvia’s smile widened.

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.

Aurora’s P.O.V “We're going to attempt something more advanced today,” Alice continued, her voice calm but laced with an undertone of seriousness that made my stomach tighten. “The spell is called Praemium. It’s an incantation used to destroy a specific object. Not violently, not without cause—but with focus. Intention is everything.” I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on my knees, eyes fixed on her. “Destroy… like, completely?” I asked, already suspecting the answer.