Strange Magic Villain Novels & Stories

I was going to stay here and regain my powers until it was time to face them again. *** Martha’s POV I stood up to clean the blood from my mouth. I had to get rid of this man before he grew more powerful. I could feel the dark magic emanating from him. No wonder he had refused to come to me. He didn’t want me to know his secrets and I had underestimated him and his abilities. He was not a werewolf as I had earlier thought. He was a magician. I should have known better. “Did you really think I wanted your permission to get this land?” he laughed. “I could have gotten it through your blood if I wanted. In fact, that valley is now mine. I will destroy it and have it for myself.”

Her piercing blue eyes were gazing into Dylan's. Valerie splutters once again. She coughs violently in Jaxson's arms, taking back the Harpies attention. Their noses rise, sniffing the air around her. The evil magic running through her veins causes them to freeze. The torment of the magic that clings to her is disturbing "die!" The Harpies have never felt such evil in one creatures magic before. It is an anomaly that doesn't belong to their world. Maybe it was fear controlling their actions, but the stubborn creatures were ready to kill it.

He’s afraid It was the thing about magic, it required knowledge. In simple violence, as had been the case with Moss, if Kilvic had suddenly crumbled after one hit, it would have been easy to understand that he’d passed out; fallen into unconsciousness most likely. With magic, knowledge was required, if not, nothing would be known as quickly. And Stratin had only been close enough to see his mouth form the words, not hear them. Not that he would’ve recognized them.

expression. “What did you do to him?!” Madison snapped out and seeing the guy on the ground surprised her. [Serves him right, my dear.] Zai commented with a hint of amusement in her tone. [This is your first ever spell. Let us do it to the other one, too.] “HEY! Answer me, you-!” The second guy pulled out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at her. Madison raised her hands in fear just as Zai ushered her to chant the spell again for good measure-Wait! I do not want to kill him! [Oh? Where is the fun in that?] The guy cocked his gun and was to pull the trigger if not for a piece of wood that a stranger bashed on his head. He dropped the gun and sunk to the ground, down for the count. Madiso

I added before giving Varga a final pat on the head and I opened a portal and walked through it to the outer walls of the castle. Varga is an ancient creature of magic. Bringing him so close to a force like that of the Tree of Magic might break the bonds that I have him under, to myself. His abilities are quite rare. After I acquired the power of Vuitton, it took me centuries to find Varga who apparently is the last Galvan in existence.

He could see the blush on her cheeks and feel that she looks adorable. “Get away from her!” Tychon launched a magic attack on Leroy. Leroy calmly raised his hand and projected a shield in front of him with his magic. Tychon, Theia as well as the witches except Vellamo was shocked when they saw this. How...how could this be? A stranger who knows magic? “Who are you? How do you know how to use magic?” Tychon asked. Leroy was about to open his mouth when Vellamo step forward and smacked his head, “You rascal! Let go of Theia!”

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

It seemed like he had gotten a hold of his emotions, for now. “Gilliam,” I called. “You’ve always been one of the most outspoken anti-witch alphas around. What’s changed?” He sneered at me. “What’s changed?” he repeated in a mocking tone. “Not a damned thing.” “Then what are you doing with him?” I asked, indicating the stranger with a nod. “He’s obviously a magic user. What makes him the exception to your rule?” A wide smile spread across Gilliam’s face, as if he had been waiting for me to ask just that question. He laughed. The sound was high pitched and grating. It wasn’t like any laugh I had ever heard from him before. It was unhinged.

"Not today, not ever." The antagonist’s eyes narrowed, their gaze shifting between us. I could see the calculation in their expression, the wheels turning as they tried to piece together this new development. "Who are you?" they demanded, their voice sharp, laced with suspicion. The stranger didn’t answer. Instead, they lifted their hand, and for the first time, I saw the faint glow of magic swirling around their fingers—a power that was both familiar and foreign. And then, without warning, they unleashed it, sending a shockwave of energy crashing towards the antagonist.

I had to push off and jump to my feet. From the road suddenly breathed evil power. Through her palms, she poured into his body, freed the muscles, cut off someone else's strength with fury .... The magic seemed to have vanished, melted into his own body, passed through him without harm. The stranger was three steps away from him when Yarsi jumped to his feet in one quick movement and looked him in the face. The man recoiled sharply, it was a man, tall, thin, with severe features and dark piercing eyes of a very strong sorcerer.