Visored Visage
Those green blush lines appeared on casey's visor along with lines that resembled reptilian slitted eyes with a line above them to allow more evocative expressions. the hourglass, annoyingly, was still there. "y-yeah?" casey said. "oh, damn!"
The Ritual of Desire - Story Inspired From the Diablo game series (Updated)
Only spells he knew, a little anyway, was what his father showed him and how to pronounce the evocations.
Down The Stream
When she would fall back asleep, mano would perform an evocation ritual in her dream, just as rakim and mandrake had performed with mnemos, drawing eli's spirit back out of her body to stand in front of her so mano could still talk to eli while she dreamt.
Solholm's Incident - Prologue
Alexander admired this new circle as well, evocation this time.
A Taste Of Things To Come
The scent it was giving off seemed to be very evocative of the taste that had been mentioned - already he could clearly take in the sweetness, and he was pretty sure that that drier undertone was the nuttiness that had been suggested.
A Reunion Tour
The smell of her arousal was so familiar, not to mention so evocative of so many passionate nights spent right there in that van as he drove gazelle around to gigs at some of the rougher, seedier clubs throughout zootopia and its outskirts.
Conners Day Off With Daddy - Conner
The young boy didn't even consider the fact that they were still on stage as his father began to pose him in evocative positions, showing his round ass to the slowly growing audience of furs around them.
The Beastlord IV
The former black fiend of the north, an evocation mage specialising in fire, was undaunted by the heat, cuddling up to the side of her master and looking rather pleased that she had him all to herself.
Clueless ch17: Shameful Fapsturbating / You're an ASS-MAN Harry!
Turning around to face my destiny it occurred to me that the grimy red and yellow painted bathroom stall and the unfortunately low-to-the-ground and scratched toilet made the stall vaguely evocative of a prison cell for psychotic clowns: the perfect place
Don't Steal from a Sorceress
It was of a small feline lying on her side, evocatively covered with the barest of blankets. a breast was exposed, as well as her belly. he slipped a matted finger across the statue's head. the feline's face held a bemused sort of grin.
FF: A Fallen Hero
By my right as grandson of the last great sanguine dragon, i challenge you to your throne and crown as king of this realm through the evocation of blood." he professed, despite completely going over his head.
World of Chaos: Book Two: Chapter Eight
I could hear my father, speaking of evocations. he was certainly a learned man, though not the best teacher. he had taught me one of the first spells i’d learned, as simple fire spell.