The Reincarnation Of The Forbidden Archmage Mga Nobela at Kwento

“History is merciless to losers.” “Don’t get upset. I understand it’s unpleasant for you to hear this about your ancestor. Anyway, Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel is considered a great king of the dead. A person skilled at necromancy to such a level that it was made illegal. This led to all invocations for raising the undead being banned for centuries after his death. You could end up in jail for life for that and you yourself can see what it has led to. Now, no necromancer remembers how to do that. And, when it looks like the ban has been removed, – on anyone able to calm the undead, – nothing’s changed. Necromancers are the most useless mages of the kingdom.”

Looking at them, the Archmage started to smile before speaking, "Since I'm done with this failure, why don't I leave you two to deal with it. You came here to kill him anyway, so here he is. Since I've inadvertently made him stronger through my experiments, why don't I leave a reward for your party for cleaning up my mess." Following his words, Archmage Anderson did a quick chant and summoned what appeared to be a treasure chest next to him. Satisfied, he then turned to the women and spoke, "Consider what's in this box payment for doing this job. You'll only be able to open it after taking care of this failure so I suggest you get prepared. Anyway, I've got to go now. Bye." Done speaking, Ar

"He sabotaged two generations worth of teachings in Defense Against the Dark Arts just to make him ascension to power easier." The ministerial group were shocked. But they really had to admit it. It was a really ingenious plan. It was rare for a good seedling in Defense to appear in the last 30 years, and before that, their parents' generation could be considered all monsters at the subject. True warriors with a wand in hands. Big notes to the ones that fought in the Grindelwalds' War, like Fleamont Potter and Arcturus Black. "Good thing that we will end it today. With the reactivation of the original wards and the drainage of the accumulated energy of the malicious ward, we can, and will, l

Amy whispered in fear. Bianca and Kat widened their eyes and were shivering. "Th...they let them in?" Kat whispered as they saw the ground shake and cracked, revealing an array just below where their three clones stood. "This is the forbidden spell to release the demons from the deepest darkest pits of hell. The ones which can end life." Amy cried in disbelief. "We...no..they...oh my!" Bianca muttered in shock. They looked at the scene in front of them with horror. The array below them glowed in white and red light as they looked up with their white eyes, chanting spells in the ancient language.

Ayden gripped his hand tightly and said to her, impatiently trying to control his anger: Tell me everything you know what do you mean by this now I want to know. The girl began to speak and said to him: In our kingdom, the forbidden spell is to revive the dead, and whoever does this is punished severely, which is the fatal death with pain that no one can ever imagine. So he died one day, and the second person who did it was my great-grandmother, and she did it that day, with which I killed that girl, but my grandmother was not very capable of her, and that's why several mistakes occurred during the spell, and she changed the place, time and form in which that girl would be revived and when i

She and Rhobart had a few hours of sleep before the Mages set the pyres on fire. Rhobart, Ayla, the Paladins, and Milton stood next to the new Arch-Mage—a woman called Syndra. The Arch-Mage Semias had appointed her as his successor months ago. Rhobart held a torch in his right hand, and the new Arch-Mage Syndra lit it.

"3 gold coins?" The merchant boss enthusiastically introduces, "This beast is from the Spirit Realm, it is young and the compatibility value is very high, it is easy to form a contract with it. Also, even with its small and young body today, it can crack magus, the hardest fruit in the entire Estopia, very easily. Its claws and canines were sharp. This beast is also very nimble and light, perfect for auxiliary type of offense." "Hmm, I see." The man hidden under the cloak didn't say any refusals and took the explanation very lightly.

The new general of the blood-born, still clutching the limp, paralyzed body of Malakai, let out one final, frustrated howl of defeat before the violet tide swallowed him whole, dragging them both back down into the dark abyss, completely sealing the gateway behind them. Back in the lowest vaults, the brilliant purplish-blue light slowly receded, contracting back into the black stone anchor before fading into a gentle, permanent violet hum. The cut on Rebecca’s hand had completely healed, leaving behind nothing but a faint, smooth silvery line that mirrored the scars on Lucian’s own hands. The cavern was completely silent, the air warm, clean, and smelling of sweet highland rain. Maeve slowly

He opened it quickly, flipping through page after page until his fingers froze. "There," he said, holding it out. Veyra read aloud. "The Soul Gates. Forbidden magic. Built with blood, fueled by devotion. They do not open to this world. They open to the Beyond. And from them will step the Forgotten Ones, gods made of hunger and bone, cast away before time began." Jon swallowed hard. "It goes on. The strongest of them—Asvaris. The Unmade King. Said to have once ruled both life and death. Banished by the Moon Goddess herself."