Wizardess Heart Cheats นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he shrugged innocently. Kyra gave him a look. 'My witch, do you know a spell to daze him for a moment?' Kyra inquired. The witch inside actually chuckled with mirth. Even Asana chuckled as well. 'Of course I do,' the witch inside replied before she peeked through Kyra's eyes and blew in Kaiser's direction. Actually, Kaiser froze for a moment. Kyra landed four blows, none of which he dodged. "I won," she declared smugly. Actually, when Kyra was distracted just now, Kaiser earned another point.

A few heartbeats later I remember how to breathe. “Baby.” “All of our magic is tied to our senses. A witch gains power through her connection to her body and grows stronger as she becomes more…sexually active. I’m sure you’ve noticed the changes?” I nod. “Of course. She almost killed me during sex,” I point to my mark. “Also she floats when she’s happy and…” “Awww, she floats,” Hazel coos, a hand pressed over her heart. “That’s so sweet.” I growl and Hazel snaps back to our conversation, detailing what is needed to care for her during this time. According to Hazel we only have two real options.

“Tell me about this Zen of yours," Sean asked. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth, "If he's even real," he muttered with a tinge of doubt. "He isn't mine, and he is very much real," Violet replied, gazing out the window. "You say he is some wizard out for revenge," he prompted. "I think I've already narrated the story," Violet replied. "Not to me," Sean reminded her. “Wizard Zen is searching for the former king, Aurielus. He carries the Heartstone.” Violet told him.

Chapter 105 – The Heart of Chaos The path to the twisted nexus stretched before them, a ribbon of black stone that shimmered like oil under the jagged starlight of the Shadow Veil. Each step echoed with a low, resonant hum, as if the void itself were breathing. Jessica led the way, her spark pulsing in rhythm with the violet light emanating from the structure ahead—a grotesque mockery of the nexus, its spires coiling like serpents around a core that throbbed with chaotic energy. The Weaver’s warning—*“The heart knows your name”*—clung to her like frost, chilling her resolve but not breaking it.

I told him. He looked at me for a second, hesitating. “Trust me,” I assured him. Sighing heavily, he linked his hand with mine. Holding Axel with one hand, I flicked my gaze back to Violet. I pressed my other palm to the left side of her chest, where her heart was, and started casting the spell. My voice grew louder with each word, hoping and desperately praying from within that this would work, that she would survive it. After a minute, her heart stopped, then came back a millisecond later.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Best if ya stay away on yar own. Sebastian takes two steps away from me, not an inch more. "Mask it. Harmless and easy. And the gold you've been promised will leave with you." My heart drops to my stomach. Gold? He's paying Khate in freaking gold? I make a mental note never to hire Khate for anything. She grins one last time before the wand is pointed in my direction. She closes her eyes, muttering words under her breath. Wisps of gold spin out of her wand and slowly swirl towards me. The wisps curl around me. I feel pain shoot up my skin, as if someone is burning my skin with a blue-hot flame.

"Is that a bet?" "Yes," I replied sharply. "Loser has to do whatever the winner wants. Deal?" "Deal!" Toralei stood up, glanced at me one last time, and made her way towards the rooftop stairs. As soon as she was out of sight, I realized what I had done. I had just made a bet to win prom queen when I had no friends and no prom date. What was I thinking?

She moved a bit, her head still visible to me. “Unless you want to lose part of your hair, step back,” I heard her steps go two paces backward. “More…” She stepped three more paces. “A little bit more…” She stepped back seven paces. “One more…” She did as instructed. “Good girl,” I said. Holding my dominant hand out and my palm facing upwards, I conjured flames from thin air. Then, thrusting my hand forward as if unleashing the fire, I chanted: "Ignis eximius, argentum funditus! Vesta's fury, unleash thy might! Let flames that melt the silver's heart, burn bright and true, a wizard's art!"

She smiles in her toffee accent. The dealer nods to me. Huh, me? Oh crap. “Okay.” I smile as I pretend to know what the hell I’m doing. Umm. I nervously look around at the numbers. What the heck number should I pick? “Umm.” The table all wait for my answer. Oh shit. “Ten, please,” I announce. My heart starts to race and I watch the wheel spin around and around until, unbelievably, it lands on ten. “You win.” The dealer smiles.