Novel & Cerita Talent Swallowing Magician

"Anyway, you're hired. Take good care of my daughter. A maid will show you your room and please start at the earliest possible time available. Your payment will be given at the end of the week." "Thank you for hiring me, Lord Devine. Your daughter is safe with me." The magician bowed and left the room with a maid in tow. As the door was closed, he opened the file he was given. "Santina. Rank C. Magician. 85% success rate. Her expertise are spellcasting, and runes translation. Too bad she can't enchant or activate runes. But she's good enough." Reynold hopes he didn't make a mistake having her daughter learn magic. His daughter these days feels like she going to blow up her room at any given

Sparks flickered against an invisible ward within the circle of salt and there was a feeling of pressure and tension in the air as Morgana threw back her head and screamed. The floorboards under Talen’s feet shuddered as if the building trembled with the force of the magic, and then he saw Leighton succeed in tugging his hands free, the warlock performing an impressive backwards flip that rolled him over the salt ring to the other side without disturbing the grains and managed to knock Sigrid backwards, breaking her concentration and further disrupting the circle. Samuel threw himself away from the ring at the same time, and the tension in the room released as Morgana’s scream was silenced.

And then he did the first and last bold act in his life - he stepped from the old upturned barrel into the void. Tamir was thrown out into the wet night of the melter. The sorcerer writhed on his knees and scratched his neck with his hands, trying to loosen, pull off the noose. He seemed to still feel how she was clenching her throat, how her spine was cracking ...

– Libidinal said. - Or you can try the thrust or pulse power, they are rare, teaching is slow, but you learn fast if he has the specific power or talent. – Libidinal said. - If you find a shell or an energy sponge let us know. – Their parents said, handing them books to help them use. About that. It was hard to say the disappointment in being an intelligent man, but who can't use magic, apparently, even if he goes through a ceremony, he still couldn't even light a match with a snap of his fingers.

I turned my focus inward toward my Source and realized that a wisp of energy had begun filling the emptiness inside me before forming a weak barrier around my organs. Hot damn. So this was the only way for me to recover my lost magic: intimacy with him. I caught the fear and shock in Matteo's eyes and decided to press my advantage. I pounced like a homing missile and grabbed his thighs. He reeled backward, dumbfounded, then stared down at me with a mixture of bewilderment, humiliation, and disgust. "This… This is how low you'd go for money?" I looked up at him, love practically bubbling in my eyes. "Excuse me? Forget money! Letting a manifestation of masculine hotness like you walk free is t

His eyes held secrets untold, and his aura spoke of power harnessed from the depths of the arcane. Within the grand halls of the castle, the magician was greeted with a mixture of awe and trepidation. King Maximilian, donned in regal attire, stood at the forefront, his expression a mask of anticipation and desire. The magician's voice resonated through the chamber as he addressed the gathered courtiers and the king himself. He spoke of the ancient rituals and dark arts that he would employ to extract Isabella's powers. He promised a transfer of strength, a transference that would bind the powers of the princess to the king's own essence.

“Oh my stars.” I openly gaped at the magic that was swirling around. A mere lightshow. A low grade ability that even I can do flawlessly. Nonetheless, I believe it was still something to marvel at. Magic was a sight to see. No matter how small. “Amazing isn’t it?” Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.”

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

With another wave of his hands, the two boys came back to the table with two, big, open ended boxes. When Xerian was laid flat on the table, they placed the boxes over him. His head and legs were sticking out both ends of the boxes. “And now,” the magician announced with a big grin. "I will sever our friend, Zen's body in two halves without a drop of blood.” My heart immediately stopped. I watched in fright as one of the boys handed the magician a long sword. “Zen,” I yelled in fear as the man walked over to Xerian on the table.

I thought you'd tell everything yourself. - Are you kidding? I wasn't going to say anything," Vic snorted. - But you did understand that next to you is a magician who will feel a werewolf in you? – the guy frowned. - Mage? I do not understand magic, but the fact that not every magician can identify a werewolf, but only those with certain abilities, is well known to me. And you said that you are a doctor, besides not experienced. So believe after this magicians! Vic smiled derisively. “All right, magician, we need to find a safe place to sleep, build a fire and dry your clothes.” And it would be nice to have something to eat. Is it normal for me to feel hungry?