Novel & Cerita Strange Magic Villain

It’s kind of confusing… after all merging two personalities into one… isn’t this a schizophrenia? I understand more now why the merging started only now… after all Satiana’s awakened magic is a psychic one. A magic that acts on the astral and plan! The magic that toys with mind and influence them! A magic that appears only in legend! That magic is called Hersey magic! Perfect magic for a villainess, but more importantly, it’s perfectly compatible with my magic! As the Harold of the abyss I got powers, you can consider me as a type of a sorceress with a big skill tree and an additional rare skill called [Abyss Magic].

Another hand was raised in a second. “Go on,” Prof Odessa nudged. “Spell books are heavy to carry around. Does that mean they have to take it everywhere to do magic?” “Well,” Prof Odessa cleared her throat, closing her teaching box with everything she had brought out earlier completely in. “Due to advanced magic, you could shrink a spell book and turn it into a metal necklace.” My memory went back to that night with Kamari. She had touched that small silver book necklace around her neck before she pushed the table towards me. Was she perhaps a siphon? The other girl who had blocked my view of Kai had that exact necklace too, the black-colored version.

There is no fear in his eyes. He has the bravery of a thousand soldiers locked in his plain muscles. I scrunch my nose up, smelling him. A very familiar putrid odor… one than need special sense of smell to sniff it out. I recognize it… dark magic, a very dangerous one. “The Dradonian magic gamo is dark, George. More evil than anything evil I’ve come across in my years of walking the earth. I have witnessed their terror and it’s suffocating. Are you a descendant?”

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

Some strange things happened to him and he was trying to believe that it had nothing to do with him but right now, the puzzles of his life seemed to form something. “Lord Vincentius fell in love with a mage princess from another kingdom and brought her here. They are your parents.” “Mage princess?” Lanver scoffed. “My mom died in sickness. How could she die like that if she was someone powerful?” Lucius remained calm. “And were you told by the human physicians what kind of sickness she had?” Lanver fell silent. “You weren’t, right? Because those people didn’t know. She wasn’t just sick, Lanver. She was cursed.”

she said " yes I whooped your sister as so what huh ,I can do same to you " I said smiling and she giggled . " you all are already dead " she said " caslak volton ïs ãé " I chanted but she scoff with an eye roll . " it seems you don't know who I am Destin . am an anti-magical vampire "she said and I gasped . how can she be an anti magic being anti magic creature are capable of repelling and manipulating magic and magical equipment and also energy like it's just a piece of cake but the question is how come a vampire is an anti .

“We never found out who broke the poison spell that day. You remember…the spell over the pack. That wasn’t ordinary magic.” Mother stood still, staring at me for a moment. “That spell was woven with forbidden magic, Valerie. Something ancient. The rogues got their hands on it somehow. And only a witch strong in blood and bone could’ve undone it. A witch like you, like me… or a few powerful witches here.” There was a slight pause. “But I don’t know any powerful witches in that park.” She added. I nodded slowly, stepping toward the window, the breeze brushing against my cheek.

She never managed to take the first step. Black smoke slowly escaped from the stranger’s sleeve—it wasn’t ordinary magic, nothing the hybrids had ever seen. It was alive. It moved like a serpent, silent and fast. It reached the girl in an instant, entering through her mouth, her nostrils, her eyes. The young woman widened her eyes, tried to scream, but no sound came out. She brought her hands to her neck, falling to her knees in the snow. Her entire body began to shake violently. Black veins appeared under her skin, climbing up her neck like rivers of ink. Her eyes completely lost their color, becoming dark pits.

But it all felt distant to Elara now, muffled, as though she and this stranger stood inside a small bubble the rain could not quite reach. "I don't know you," she said, though it came out less certain than she meant it to. "No," he said again. "Not yet." There was something in the way he said it. Not yet. As though it were a fact already decided, a sentence already written somewhere she could not see. As though they had a future together that he alone remembered. She should have left then. Every instinct told her to turn, to walk quickly back into the crowd, to forget she had ever locked eyes with the Black Villain on a rainy street corner. She had heard the stories. She had heard what happe

He completed. “Nice thinking Azariel.” I patted his shoulders. The malignant magic was a disastrous magic that was created by ancient black witches. Initially, the magic was created to fight against higher rank creatures from the portal. But some rebel witches had used it for selfish purposes thus corrupting the magic. When the use of the magic had spread and death became rampant, the council immediately went into action and the magic was wiped away. But now Nikolai was showing signs of using the magic, it could only mean the magic had resurfaced.