Novel & Cerita เวทมนต์

Mystical healing Forefield generation Abjuration Animal manipulation Shapeshifting Summoning Dark magic Magic telepathy One of these is not a power Maria Dark magic Magic of the el devedra Binding Necromancy Elemental manipulation Flight Illusion manipulation Matter and dark matter manipulation Portal manipulation Anti magic One of these is not a power Butt Astral projection Sealing Spell casting Magical field projection Magical invisibility Channeling Binding magic Reverse magic Magic communication Magic absorption One of these is not a power Pete Teleportation Astral projection Telepathy Astra trapping and soul binding Flight Astra manipulation Premonition Material astral manipulation Mind

Anger bubbled up inside me and my eyes for the first time had turned white as I looked up to the sky and chanted a strong spell, attracting the clouds. Hyacintho caelum, griseo nubibus. Potestatem dimittere lucem, et lux in tenebris repo est. Malum quod in illis animalibus necesse est esse distractiones et nunc date mihi potestatem, ad extremum spiritum suum praestare. (Blue sky, grey clouds. Release the power of the light, and let it sneak through the dark. The evil within these animals, need to be ripped apart, so now give me the power to perform their final breath.)

Sabrina asked,she was a bit taken aback on his illiteracy. He simply shrugged. "Just give me your hand!" Sabrina scowled. "For what?" Vincent asked confusingly. "The spell is too powerful to break for me alone. I'll need to cypher off your power." She grabbed his hand. "Besides, there's no time." She closed her eyes and he had to do same too. "Aclyptia sedom circules, Aclyptia sedom circules!, Aclyptia sedom circules!!"

The dance movements became faster as the song went on, and he was having trouble keeping up with the groundskeeper. “Damien,” he panted, “I have been meaning to ask, what is your element? I mean, it doesn’t look like wind is your specialty...?” Damien threw a flask of water his way. “I have no element in particular.” he replied. “My forte is Mental magic, particularly with animals.” “Oh, control magic.” Dorin said knowingly. “I prefer the term ‘conduct’.” the other said. “I do not command them.” he continued, “I suggest to them what to do.”

She fastened her gaze on Dominic as the wizard got ready to cast the spell. “Drakmarata numidus,” he called out. He didn’t really need to voice the spell out loud—his centuries of mastering the waziri magic had long ago rendered that unnecessary for most spells—but he did it for Leesa. At the same time as he uttered the magic words, he waved his right hand slowly across his body in front of him. Behind his hand appeared a tall swath of darkness so black Leesa could see nothing inside of it. Dominic had effectively disappeared in the blackness.

Her words were different from the first time she had done this. “Blood of my Blood and Power of the Storm, Pull the Influence of this God from Raul’s Soul and Mind, Block Zeus from any other form of Control over Raul. Spirit, I call on you to protect this witches mind and soul from coming undone. Fire, I call on you to burn what remains of his power. Air, I call on you to blow away the webs. Earth, I call on you to keep this witch grounded. Water, I call on you to wash away the confusion.”

The air shimmered as she began the incantation, words infused with ancient power that resonated through the very fabric of the supernatural realm. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, ensnared by unseen forces, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you," Morgana intoned, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of magical knowledge. The incantation wove a tapestry of arcane symbols in the air, unseen threads that sought to unravel the mystical bindings ensnaring Elvie. The room, bathed in an ethereal glow, bore witness to the delicate dance between magic and fate.

His voice carried a quiet authority, though she felt the tension thrumming in him. Alara inhaled, calling to Asena. She reached out mentally, letting her magic probe the haze around Marten’s mind. Instantly, she felt a malignant presence weaving through his consciousness—a subtle enchantment, laced with compulsion. Her stomach twisted with revulsion. She forced calm, focusing on unraveling it. Gradually, she visualized golden threads of her own energy forming a barrier, pushing back the dark enchantment that had anchored itself to the young man’s thoughts.

“What kind of tea is this?” A small smile plays on Hecate her face. “Tea of the gods. Now focus and listen to me. You have the magical power of a Goddess, that means you influence the elements and not just earth, wind, fire, water and spirit. You influence all eight elements. Earth, wind, fire, water, spirit, ice, darkness and light. I’ll show you small examples of what I mean.” Hecate takes her own cup of tea and swirls her hand above the cup. Her eyes start glowing a bright green, just like mine do when I access my powers and the tattoos on her skin seem to follow her movements. Following the trail of her swirling fingers are small strings of tea.

lisa asked him feeling even more confused. “We fight the Spectral attacks as they come and the Necromancers when we find them but we don’t know who is behind it.” He replied. “Spectrals?” “It’s Dark Magic. Very dark.” Mark said. “They’re like angry spirit things, they attack and suck the life out of their victims.” He said with a shudder. “Right.” lisa replied “And Necromancers? What are they?” “Witches. Well, a specific type of Witch. They bring back the dead to fight for them. To use necromancy is to curse your soul.”