Penyihir Terkuat Novels & Stories

"Hmmm..." Just now, Professor De Belen was using the black magic to her students using her famous "SEDUCTRESS" a technique targeting one's psyche. By just simply exuding her aura, she can manage to put someone in trance and even manipulate or give them illusory images putting them under the spell of hallucination. She was trying to test her student's mental resilience and it seems that most of them perform unsatisfactorily. Only a handful of her class can manage to retain their self and not fall to her trick. After she left, another teacher came next. It was a complete opposite of the ravishing beauty, Professor De Belen. Professor Shunks is a hunchback blue sorceress with a barely audible v

he explains. He finishes by saying, “Sirens also have superhuman strength, which makes you three times as strong as a normal creature because you got strength from all three aspects of you. Sirens also have enhanced speed in water and you can cast illusions and protective spells or marks, but only the female sirens can do that, as you have seen with my aunt Morgana, the Siren Queen, do you understand all I have said?”

I said quietly, watching the shadows stir in front of me, “But you picked the wrong night.” My eyes blazed with determination. “I’m not losing a single one of them.” The power within let out a loud screech that resonated across the entire cabin. It sent a chill down my spine, but I remained stubbornly focused while figuring out a solution to the problem. Although I was theoretically the most powerful High Priestess to exist, I still had no idea how to banish this dark evil that had taken over these women's bodies. My purification spell had little effect on it, and every minute these women spent under its influence made panic flood my veins.

Power crackled through the air, visible to my enhanced senses as silver threads that connected her to the very foundation of our territory's protections. The inscriptions began to glow with a soft, ethereal light that I knew only I and Stephan could see but even at that I knew that every supernatural here could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Only nine supernaturals in the world can recite these spells and without another's company, but this seemingly human girl casually recited them, drawing a reaction from them. How is this even possible?

"Their heart rates are too erratic. The magic... it didn't leave a thermal signature on the caster. I don't know who it is." Silas stared at me, the weight of the crown physically crushing his massive shoulders. He was the most powerful predator on the continent. He could annihilate an army of eight hundred wolves without breaking a sweat. But he could not fight a ghost hiding inside the bodies of his most trusted friends. Silas slowly lowered his blade. He released Torin’s breastplate, stepping back into the center of the room.

“You know I can’t use magic inside the Council, I’m one of the three wizards that created the shield so I’m impelled by my own blood, I cannot break the barrier even if I want to. It will take someone stronger than me to destroy the protective spell.” “But there is no one more powerful than you.” My brother exclaimed his presumptions. “Right”. He agreed, but his expression looked torn. Is that witch Alita stronger than him? From what I know, his sister Faith was the strongest witch that ever walked on Earth and he was second, after her tragic death he became first, Alita was nowhere near him in terms of skills. “But can you at least get us closer to their borders? It will take ages to drive

Other audience members just came to enjoy the show. The test consisted of six different categories: conjuring, materializing, healing, alchemy, astral projection, and necromancy. Each stage had a substage that decided how well each of the young witches knew how to use the abilities and what ability they would specialize in later in their lives. The monarch of Firgatten, Meriden Zeros, the most powerful witch in all of Firgatten, got up from his seat, and everyone in the audience went silent.

I whispered. "Those unseelie fairies who came after you," he began again. "My soldiers. We believe the Unseelie King ordered them to kill you. They, as well as the Sluagh, took you high into the air so you couldn't levitate. I'm guessing that your gifts are stronger when you do so. Am I right?" "I..." I thought about it. "Yes, I guess my psychic abilities seem stronger when I levitate."

Anyone who could absorb hellfire was fucking powerful in my books. "For us, yes. Siphoners are rare and they are considered weak. We do not willingly give our powers to them. They have to fight us for it and the lucky ones win. Most lose because they don't have any power to defend themselves against us," Zephyr explained and it, unfortunately, made sense why Tania stole magic the way she did. "That's fucked up," I muttered, scrubbing a hand down my face. Another tug at the bond had my hand flying to my chest and massaging, "are you sure she's okay?"

But in the midst of that chaotic tapestry, one image stood out like a beacon of light in the darkness: Agnes. As the silvery glow in her eyes dimmed, Seraphina knew that Agnes had not only regained her powers but had ascended to a level of mastery that was awe-inspiring. She had become a witch of the first order, a title reserved for the most skilled and formidable among their kind. Seraphina's heart swelled with pride and admiration for the young witch. Agnes, who had once been stripped of her magic, had not only reclaimed her abilities but had surpassed all expectations. She had risen like a phoenix from the ashes, stronger and more determined than ever. It was a testament to her resilienc