Penyihir Terkuat Novels & Stories

"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."

“Why not? You casted it seventeen years ago and it worked until now. You can do it again” “It doesn’t wor that way Sia. Sycamore is a hell hound. A demon from hell. It would take much power to suppress his aggressive spirit. I managed to do it once because I had invested in black magic. Now, I am not so into it as before. I’m sorry brother but I can’t help you” “If you had that much power, would you still be able to do it?” “I have the power Sia. I have learned and controlled it. But using so much power has its consequences”, Massa explained.

"Quickly throw his body to the wolves." "Yes, boss." The thief's body was quickly carried away by his subordinates. Ivan looked up at the black sky with a triumphant smile. "If you want to kill this Ivan, you have to see what your abilities are." Jennifer wanted to go to sleep but couldn't sleep, the pain was so sharp that she couldn't sleep. Suddenly she remembered the image of Ivan earlier, so powerful and beautiful. Who is this man after all? Why do you have so many people targeting you? Jennifer was thinking when suddenly the phone on the table rang, she hesitated but pressed the answer button.