Penyihir Terkuat Novels & Stories

I blurted out, and everyone responded with a furrowed brow. “Really? No one knows what a siphoner is?” I asked, mouth wide open. Louis looked more excited than the rest of them. “You mean Gemini twins who are siphoners?” He said with just as much excitement as I. “I've read about them in one of those diaries at the library. Siphoners are rare witches who lost their powers over time, since magic is gotten from nature, and they can't harness it, they could siphon the powers of a supernatural element, like a dark object, and make use of its magic, or transfer it to another being,” he said, demonstrating all the way through.

She was so strong, so powerful—too powerful—and she was also not able to control her powers, so I was very careful so she wouldn’t burn me along with the weird creatures. “I don’t think I can. I’m getting weaker and weaker. The powers are too strong for me; they’re weighing me down.” She cried out. “You have to try, baby. Please.” I said and closed my eyes, muttering a prayer to the moon goddess. Soon, just like a spell was cast upon them, the remaining creatures froze at the spot, and that got me confused. I looked forward, only to see that it was Krishan making his way into the light. I knew it; this bastard must be the chief executioner of this attack. What a spineless idiot!

This was terrible. One of legend-sorcerer Fin’s most terrifying abilities was his gift for twisting the life force of living beings into glowing cocoons—cocoons that became vessels for monstrous creations. Everyone knew his infamous spell. It was the kind of dark magic that fed on life itself, a forbidden art that had once wiped out thousands on a single battlefield.

“The man that is helping Gilliam claims to be this legendary character. He claims to be Soxor.” A murmur went through the group. I looked at Sybil and saw that she and Rydel were hanging on my every word. Their expressions were serious, showing me that they believed me. I took comfort in that. “I have trained in every settlement that remains, with witches and wizards that are older and more powerful than anyone in this room,” I pressed. I looked around at the elders. The anger that was on their faces was shifting into concern. “I have never faced a wizard as powerful as the man that is claiming to be Soxor. The dark magic that he wields is unnatural. It is a miracle that it hasn’t consumed h

Helga sighed. “Do you often see Dhampir’s with extra abilities?” Achilles asked. “Not often but, it does happen occasionally of course, I’ve never know it to give someone an extra marking though… Seraphina is a very strong Dhampir already, its fascinating to see her channel her powers without using incantations, I suspect that awakening her Dragon has strengthened her powers further and maybe even awakened unknown abilities. Has she spoke of having dream visions in the past?” Helga asked Achilles.

cried out Felton almost hysterically as he instantly began desperately struggling on the ground. Watching as strong emotions of anger and fear appeared on Felton’s face, Gerald simply replied, “Remove…? You have no idea why it’s called inexorable witchcraft, do you?” “…Is there meaning behind that name?” “While it’s only considered to be one of the more vicious witchcrafts among the secret techniques, it’s without a doubt, the most powerful, and for good reason too. After all, there truly is no way of removing it! Just so you know, only records of creating this particular witchcraft have been found in the secret techniques book. With that in mind, nobody truly knows how to remove it! Regardl

Saraid turned Treasa around, so she now faced her and asked, “So when you fixed Snuggles, how did you do it?” Treasa scrunched her face again, deep in thought. She shrugged her shoulders, “I hugged Mr. Snuggles and cried. I wished he would get better and then he just got better.” Damon and Saraid shared another knowing glance. Treasa’s magic was even stronger than they had imagined. Saraid was known to be the most powerful witch in Ireland and even she had to practice and had to call upon her magic in order to use it unless she was in an extremely emotional distressed state or in a rage.

I'll shove a damn shadow down their throats if they don't shut up soon. "Which shadow order is the most powerful?" "It's not written in the book, but ancient shadows are the strongest. After that, it is executive then official." I answered, having known this all my life. "Good, now stay focused Ms. Miles." Sebastian warned me. I nodded my head in understanding.

With this, along with the spell book, it would make me more powerful than I would've ever thought. Feeling that familiar surge of energy within me, I opened up the book, turning to the one spell that I had trouble with controlling. It was the intense version of Infernum Brono. One of the most extreme and powerful spells ever. While I was reading the book, I found out that Nature/Earth witches have different attributes that are more powerful than the other or in rare occasions, multiple attributes that are on equal terms with one another.

In all of Sir. Oswic's life as an Enchanter - a wizard, precisely, ‘Invocasi Repelleos’ which caused neon blue and green streamlined energy that had been interlaced with one another, giving the viewers a cinematic view, shot out of wands. The severity with which it was pronounced usually determined how far and sometimes, how potent it was, too. It was one of the most puissant spells ever, capable of knocking down a raging lion away just as easy as one flicking a troublesome insect away with his fingers, and that was why it came as an astounding shock to Sir. Oswic when the thrilling energy that came with voicing out the spell had almost no effect on the tyronimic that was still charging towa