Novel & Cerita The World Of Magic

His pair of fused eyebrows showed that he was thinking hard at the moment. "If it's based on Ruby's explanation of the magic spells, it's impossible for black magicians to move around without anyone knowing. In this world, there are no extraordinary magics such as teleportation or making the body transparent like the histories which I think are exaggerated. But, the world has never known how and what a black witch looks like." I leaned my back against the wall with far-flung thoughts.

Two World The world was divided into two it was the world of human and the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is the name given to the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is divided into four territories and these are, 'Vlademort' territory of vampires, 'Wulf Mensis' territory of wolves, 'Deitas' kingdom of gods and goddesses, Maguš territory of witches or wizards. And the last is Orphan this is the kingdom under the earth.

On the top of Venos's staff was the emerald eye of the dragon he had defeated in a cave on the coast of the Atlantean sea. Finally, when they entered the library, they saw an "ordinary" picture: around the center of the library revolved huge bookcases with countless books on their shelves, and on the floor of the center of the library was depicted, carved with white magic, a blue sphere on which were written the legendary words of Graeme Noterdam, glowing gold. Every wizard of the order Simultage knows these words: "Magic does not exist in the world, but magic exists in loving hearts."

' Do you know what Expression magic is" he asked me. I shook my head. Never heard of it. “It is an old magic, practiced long ago. It is the strongest magic. The wielder of it does not need spells or books to create anything. Fully mastered, and the wielder of that magic could build a whole city out of thin air. They could also destroy an entire realm with the snap of their fingers, if they wished. The wielder of it uses their will, or emotions, and channels it into power. It corrupts, because wielders have a hard time controlling it. Expression was used by some of the strongest witches of all time, until it fell into the wrong hands.

"When will you teach me to use magic? As of right now, I've only been strengthening the flow of energy throughout my body. You haven't entirely told us how to manifest this energy to use as actual spells." "Magic can be dangerous as I've told all of you before, we draw our energy from our surroundings as well as the other realms. Proper control is needed in order to not to take that energy from an unwanted source. If that would happen, depending on where that energy comes from could cause some unwanted side effects."

Elena asked. I'd read about this in old texts. Legends about the old world. "The land recognizes them. Champions who sacrificed for their people. It's healing them." The glow intensified. Spread to Alexei. To Zara and Kira. To Seraphina. The old world's magic responded to what they'd done, offering healing in return for sacrifice. "Will it be enough?" Elena asked desperately. "I don't know. I've never seen this before. This world operates on different rules than Earth."

As a person who has never been friends with books before, when I saw so many books piled up, my head immediately dizzy. Luckily, the books I was looking for were easy to find. I immediately piled up my findings and took them to a small table at the end of the room. Near a large window with the brightest light. “Teachers in the academy say that magic doesn't exist anymore because this kingdom ran out of Manna since the monsters first attacked. But I'm sure there's still some left. My existence itself which transmigrated from another world then regressed to the past is proof that magic may still exist. Right. It must be how Hayden bewitched me too.”

She marveled, “It’s as if this place is not of this world. “I told you, it’s the Earth’s magic. There are rumored to be many such places throughout the world, but I have seen very few of them. As far as I know, this is the only one around here for miles, perhaps this is the last one, for all I know. We call it the old place.” “The old place,” she repeated, “It’s simply beautiful. No wonder you didn’t want us to be followed down here.” “I have more reason than just its beauty. There are some bad men in this world who would like to see this place gone for good.”

"LOTHAR!" In the thicket, Lothar concentrated. Most people didn't really understand magic. Magic wasn't about violating the natural order. In fact, that was impossible. Magic was about manipulating the world as it was. A sorcerer could not create something from nothing, nor could he destroy something absolutely. He could simply push and pulled at the fabric of what was to make the universe more compliant with what he wanted. What Lothar wanted was to move particles around, causing the air above and around the fire pit to be saturated with oxygen, feeding the flames until . . .

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!