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Probably at any time, when the lord elf cast that spell again, he could seriously injure or even kill the poor woman. “Miss Harmony!” Elizabeth began to cry. “My dear daughter, don’t cry ...” And the woman tried to hit the elf prince again with magic, but she was so weak that it didn't even touch him. Maybe someone else could be hurt, but the elf only had to cast again his spell. Prince Tbylisium spoke the words again, and the magic from this Prince of the Night reached Miss Harmony when something made Elizabeth turn her wand in the form of a spiral and utter a single word, whispered:

Creating a million pieces of him. With the target in bits, Tina casted her last spell. “Cleanse thy soul and may thy body begone. [Purifying Ray]!” A bright light shone from the magic circle in her hand. Phillip screamed as his body was being burned with the holy light. It completely decimated Phillip’s body without leaving a trace. His scream was nothing but an echo in the spacious hall.

A wave of azure hue engulfed Cent and Damon who were waiting for the spell to activate around their beating heart. But the cold yet comfortable wisp of unfamiliar magic intertwined with the hexagram around the two Halflings, eliciting a gasp full of wonder from Cent. “Stop playing and get this thing out!” Damon yelled again, his breath fanned over her head that made Cent scrunched her face with annoyance.

she sneered, her breath hot on my skin. This was… “Black magic.” The words felt like lead on my tongue, burning through me like acid. “Wow, you’re so smart, Sylphiette.” She remarked snarkily, but it was the cold press of a silver metal that glinted across my vision that had my breath tethering and I froze. “It’s called a distortion spell.” She whispered against my ear. “A forbidden magic that allows the user to break through or even manipulate all sorts of magic.” She explained, letting the words settle over me.

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two **** I saw Morwen's light still burning past midnight, a lone candle in the highest tower. And when I passed her office the next morning on purpose, just to test the air,her door was wide open, and her voice drifted out, low and sharp as if time itself blinked. She was pacing. Robes swirling like storm clouds. Fingers tracing invisible sigils in the air. “Only three forms of magic can undo true destruction: Chronomancy,banned. Soul-weaving,extinct. And…” She paused. “Perfect Echo. But that's a myth. A fable whispered in forbidden texts.”

It wasn't a tectonic shift; it was a pulse. Kaelen ran to the edge of the dais, his eyes fixed on the High Spire. "Emma! The pressure! The core isn't just venting—it’s reacting to your kinetic field!" Suddenly, a silver pillar of light erupted from the very peak of the Spire, shooting into the purple sky. But it wasn't the golden sun-magic of the Council. It was a cold, piercing silver. The Archivist’s voice echoed through my mind, a dry, papery laugh. The debt is called, White Wolf.

A bunch of articles came up but it wasn't giving me what I really wanted. So I typed in ‘Light witches’ instead. ‘Light witches practice white magic. White magic refers to the use of supernatural powers or magic for selfless purposes. Many of these people claimed to have the ability to do such things because of knowledge or power that was passed on to them through hereditary lines, or by some event later in their lives. White magic was practiced through healing, blessing, charms, incantations, prayers, and songs. White magic is the benevolent counterpart of malicious black magic.’

She tossed in a variety of herbs as she spoke. “A white wolf. I always knew she was strong. But I had no idea her wolf would be white. So rare, white wolves. Her fur is just absolutely glorious.” “You saw it in a vision? Her wolf?” I asked, trying again to adjust my position. My head felt heavy, like my shoulders were too weak to hold it up. “No, not a vision. I saw her wolf through a Retina Spell.” “A what?” I asked. I wasn’t exactly to date in my witch spell terminology.

Paige POV She blasted me. The fucking bitch blasted me with dark magic with full force. At that moment, I was thankful that Vladimir had asked me for an elf´s armor. Coral´s magic was slipping away from my body, not reaching me and not affecting me. I saw it in her eyes. She didn't know what was happening, she didn't understand the reach of white magic, and she was confused about what was protecting me. Beside the armor, the witches of the Circle of the Willow cast a blessing spell over me. No dark magic would be allowed to harm me, regardless of who cast it or how strong it was.

” asked Uncle Julius furiously. “She did a magic tracking spell, it glowed like white light and when I opened my eyes she fainted” I said while laying her. “Oh no! it must be some dark magic, she is a white which” he said. “Dark magic? I never have heard about it, '' I said, shocked. “Of course you did not, your mother had never let you know about white magic. How come she will let you know about dark witchcraft? '' he said while rolling his eyes.