Novel & Cerita Spellmonger Series

I asked them once they all managed to sit down again. Oro's hands shook as he took a book from the table in front of him and opened it. He coughed and arranged his collar a little bit. A nervous tic. "Emm. My King and Queen" he started "since we realised about the prophecy many years ago. We have actually had several special wolves who dedicated their lives to the cause, investigating any shift in the balance of the realms. And that way would be able to inform us of any change in case the prophecy came near. We do not know if we have an enemy yet, we do not even know if there is an enemy.

He moved with purpose, like he knew exactly where everything was without having to look. Six books landed on the table in front of me with a series of heavy thuds. "Advanced Elemental Manipulation," Cornelius announced, tapping the first book with one claw. "Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. The Spellweaver's Handbook. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. And Bloodlines and Power." "That's a lot." "You asked for the strongest." He flew to the front of the room, toward the platform where that strange spiral book spun endlessly. The one with no front or back page. No clear beginning or end.

"No! Shane, you're the only one in my heart. I couldn't care less about this loser! I've already tricked him into coming here for you. Why would I betray you?" Shane nodded, pleased, and waved over the robed stranger standing nearby. "You! The spell you cast on this guy last time didn't work. Do it again. Right now. I've got a live stream tonight, and nothing can go wrong!" The stranger in the robe quickly nodded, took out a silver needle, and came toward me. He pricked my fingertip and let a drop of blood fall onto a doll. It reminded me of six months ago when Wren poked my finger, saying she was checking my blood sugar.

Maybe those elemental sorcerers would hunt me eventually. I reached for an article from the Sorcerer Council—a thick journal full of stiff formal language, but one line made my breath hitch: Some level 8 Hydros sorcerers can create total concealment mist capable of masking footsteps, aura signatures, and even heartbeat. That was… exactly like Morpheus. His disguise spell when we arrived at the pack house had made us completely undetectable—even to the wolves. I stretched back in the chair, picking up the tea Dalila had brought fifteen minutes ago. My gaze fell to old tabloids and newspapers spread across the table.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

It sounded like a plea, but my mercy was taken away the moment he didn’t take the chance to save his life, right when I am still being nice. “Too late. I already casted a strong spell that prevents the people from hearing a word from you.” My blue irises shined intensely with so much wrath. “Spinam,” I called out, and sharp and stinging thorns started to grow from his body, ripping his skin, making him scream even if it is impossible for him to do so. I can hear the people’s gasps, and my ears didn’t miss those silent cries. “Prodigium,” I summoned, and the monsters I myself created appeared behind me. “Ignis,” I uttered next, and a canopy of black fire started to crawl over his body.

As she had noticed me trying to say the spell correctly. The woman's voice repeated the incantation, guiding me through its intricate nuances. Slowly, I began to mutter the words, their weight settling upon my tongue. " Vendrevious mgeheridous," With each utterance, the air around us crackled with energy, and my amulet began to glow with increasing intensity. As the final syllable left my lips, Rona's eyes widened in astonishment. My amulet radiated a blinding light, illuminating the room and revealing an image suspended within the glow. It was Rurac, his eyes filled with determination, poring over a massive book that looked quite old and dusty.

"When I say so, everyone needs to dribble some blood on the ground. I don't care how you do it, but it needs to hit the pavement." Snarls, some a little more animalistic than human, sounded. I began the long sequence of the Ancestor's Storm spell. As soon as the last syllable fell from my lips, I yelled, "NOW!" I launched immediately into Conjuration of Soul Draining. The reversal of magic from the crazy lady wearing Ferria rocked through our group like we'd been hit by a tidal wave. I held onto Kiema as if all our lives depended on it. They did. They really fucking did.

I thought that, once they have spells, they could easily use them but upon hearing from him that they have a limit to their mana, I can’t imagine them being powerless even though they have a lot of spells in their book. However, this is not the right time to be calm because every time I hear his opinion, there are a lot of possibilities coming to my mind especially since wizards are also one of the culprits why my sister is missing. If Vampire and Wizards are the explanation for my sister’s disappearance then it’s a mess. “This is a mess. A big mess,” I mumbled and closed my eyes trying to process everything. “All I want is to bring back my sister but why do I have to go through with this me

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr