Penyihir Terkuat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That was the last thought Élise had, as her head dipped under the surface and she knew no more. Percival looked at the vial in his hand and then smelt the pungent green odour of putrid jealousy. This was a spell that had been crafted by Sabrina, the strongest witch alive right now…and he needed her again for making him a protection and strength spell. Not lot of people could have created this spell but she could….

I already knew the answer to that, but he would never admit it. "No. I'm above such labels. I'm the strongest druid in the world. I can call down fire and scorch the Earth. I can raise druids and witches from the dead. I can turn any man into a beast and any beast into a man. There is no one greater than I in terms of power. Even Merlin will cower before me." A low, haunting laugh came from everywhere and nowhere. "Is that so, disciple?" It was a man's voice, weak and throaty, but definitely masculine.

Reginald ordered, not even looking at me. I looked at each one of them. Would they extract only what they wanted or actually see the truth? I didn’t resist as Magdalene stood up and chanted the spell, she was the strongest of the three high witches and probably the one who hates me the least from what I could tell. I just hope she was fair…

They were the strongest beings on the planet. Fen, the Supreme God Destroyer and leader of the Rogue Werewolf Pack was a towering figure of pure power and menace. His eyes glowed with a feral hunger, and his fangs gleamed in the moonlight. His six most powerful commanders were each master of their unique abilities, making them a force to be reckoned with. Fen, the leader of this pack of deadly predators, was the most powerful of all. He could manipulate gravity itself, bending it to his will to create crushes and ruptures in the earth, or to launch himself and his minions through the air at incredible speeds.

Though he could not fathom who would be that desperate. "No, that can't be it. What kind of mage is powerful enough to pull this off?" He did not believe that even his own personal mage could do this, who was believed to be the strongest mage in Hell. He discarded the idea completely, trusting in his gut that it was the first cause.

“There’s very powerful magic blocking me out. I tried to forcefully break through, but I couldn’t.” I frowned deeply. “Aren’t you a high witch? How can you fail to cast magic powerful enough to break through another’s magic?” I questioned, anger bubbling up in my chest. I was angry because this confirmed that someone was holding my warriors captive and they were using magic to do so. The witch sighed. “Usually, I can break through any magic. I’m the coven’s leader and the most powerful witch. There’s only one witch whose magic I can’t break through,” the witch said.

He fell on the ground and spit the blood from his mouth. “Rico? Are you okay?” Niffa ask as she should suppose to held his arm. “Stay where you are,” Rico said with his palm telling her to stop. Niffa stay on her position watching Rico’s palm, slowly snap his finger and felt his presence behind her. She quickly look back and Rico wasn’t there, he keeps on playing with her with his teleportation power making her lose patience. Niffa close her eyes as Rico keeps on teleporting around her, she flame up and tried to concentrate on how to spot him. He was so fast that she cannot spot him by her naked eyes. She doesn’t want to get distracted, her eyes closed feeling the air around her that Rico cr

“It seems to be. However, as I explained to Mathias and Azazel, I did not order an apocalypse. I wouldn’t do that, considering you and Lana are here. Let me also state that I have no desire to start an apocalypse.” Fallon’s brow furrows with confusion. “Then it has to be witchcraft.” I shake my head. “Witches are powerful, but even they have their limits. There’s no way they could have done something so coordinated without being noticed. No, only a handful of beings, including myself, could have done this. There’s no one else powerful enough to set something like this.” “Who are the others?” he asks. “The Creator for one. There’s also the last original archangels, Michael, Gabriel and Rafael

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an