Romans & histoires Permen Magic

I said to him. He did not reply. Somehow, with a smirk, he then shifts his gaze at the ‘hunting ground’— with a sentimental look. Then, extending his hand as if he’s asking for something— “…Permutatio.” (…Exchange.) —three magic circles appear under Felix, Asha, and Pearl. With a bright flash— their positions were swapped. Felix, Asha, Pearl, without any energy to spare— they could only lie on the ground without moving an inch.

Fredrich asks, frustrated. "How many people do we know can get through an anti-magic zone unperturbed?" Alana asks, hopelessness in her voice. Sebastian snaps his head up and looks at her. "There is one person." "Who?" "Princess Temara." "I don't think…" "The people of Polivia have little to no magic so they have lived their lives without magic. Technically, their whole kingdom is an anti-magic zone." "Even if she can go, how is she going to get an invite?"

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

Not even flies were this persistent! I took a step back before speaking. "Mr. Mercer, you mean nothing to me. I don't even know you! So what if we were engaged? That's in the past. Just leave me alone!" "The memory-wiping drug's effects only last a month. Three more days have already passed. So why hasn't your memory returned?" Nathaniel sounded dejected and confused, but then he straightened up again. "It's fine. I've already put the lab on overtime to analyze the drug. You will remember me."

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

He kept his gaze fixed ahead, quietly chanting prayers of mercy, while he presented the Venmo QR code before me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, but I still transferred money to him once more. "Your roommate has poisoned you with the Spirit-Tethering Incense—a vile artifact only a practitioner skilled in dark magic can distill after slaughtering thousands of wild foxes. It costs a fortune, so your roommate must harbor a terrifying, deep hatred for you. "Your encounter with this poor friar is, therefore, a significant stroke of luck."

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

"In that way, we couldn't run away from our bargain and can't stabbed each others back." "You're shackled by enchanted chains that restrict your magic." Mayari reminded. "That contract will have to wait until I free you, which I will not be doing." "Oh right, you are still a novice in magic." Jim sighed. "You can't do contract magic." "Then you just need to trust me." A smirked then curved in his lips. "I swear I won't betray you, May." "I don't trust you." Mayari flatly said. "And seeing this dungeon's security, its clear that it is enforced with magic."

Feeling his fingers in her cleavage, which reached down to her lower back, made her shiver for a moment… “Are you cold?” he asked. “A little bit,” he answered to disguise it. They drove to the parking lot and Diana could admire her car. A black Maserati that sparkled as if it were an exotic jewel. Ian looked like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door for her, and for a moment they stood face to face, almost touching noses. “Come in,” he said hoarsely. The car smelled of him, of his manly perfume. Diana closed her eyes for a moment, she wanted to savor a little the chance of having found her and let herself go for as long as she could.