Diary Of A Queer Warlock

h how extraordinary the pond of golden water was, it would warrant a scold from Jasper

Jasper were to shout through his intestines, his heart could s

se of the weight of the threat. He had only taken a bath in the golden w

n's heart while staring at his face with a smile. He was too creepy, too scary, weir

n found the strength and courage to go back to his room. H

anged to one of the many two-pieced black

garment and coat

garment alone, it was easy to tell

it super durable and also resistant to common magical spells. Th

several hundreds of thousands of gold coins. However, it

tic i

t very warm in it , considering that

messy the view was from within the castle. Everyw

clearing up and a wave of relaxation floode

ing day, it was understandable

drian happened to be outside the castle. He was

nes at a time. There was a purple sword laying on his laps and so

ent dimension as his body casted rune after rune without stopping. He didn't eve

ng things, it was obvious this h

ing a dream. Dreams like these were what he

ide against a monster with six eyes. This monster wasn't even h

ey. The black was used for its sight. The white pair could emit light beams comparabl

in by the grey eyes at times when they least expected. Each time they ca

. However, Adrian felt content in the dream as he had

this dream where he was powerful enough

came knockin

his bedroom. The blue matter began warping and morphing at the same time.

and blue. It's whole skin was blue even till its hair. T

n its face. It was actually very tiny, so tiny that e

It became really gloomy and depressing. The blue pixie just stood

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lapping wings. The scene was like a ghost commanding ch

us objects ranging from glass to nails and even bigger me

despite how loud the commotion was as the pix

drian. A bluish swirl of energy danced on it