I'm new ♥ and here is my novel project:

Hello ♥ I'm new here and I wanted to publish a small excerpt from the novel I'm writing. Tell me what you think! ☺

The novel is called The Mage of Light. I was inspired by Harry Potter and the Lord of the Annals. There you go, enjoy reading ♥!

 After 15 minutes of visiting, the doctor appeared at the door frame. He was tall, with black hair that fell on his shoulders, 40 years old, you would say, but looking incredibly young, with a perfect, powerful face. His voice was angelic. Suddenly, a strange feeling of fear and anger took hold of me, like an immense force trying to push something away. Sit down, my boy, I'm going to examine you. His honeyed voice growled towards the end of his sentence, but grandmother didn't notice anything. A great fear, strong and angry, pushed back the desire to obey the "doctor" Come on, my boy, sit down! This time I felt like hitting him violently. Is he deaf? He asked my grandmother, who looked sorry. Still the same strange feeling. He turned to me. Suddenly, his eyes turned black, and his skin began to crack, revealing a pale face, both lifeless and full of an immense desire... to kill? SIT DOWN. I sat up as quickly as my body allowed me. The face of the supposed doctor became smooth and angelic again, the black of his eyes gradually fading, giving way to those beautiful and charming amber eyes. I'm sorry to get carried away, it's not usual. He apologized. Oh, but don't worry! My grandmother told him in a voice she wanted to be charming. By the way, where are this young man's parents? He asked, looking me straight in the eye. A devastating anger rose within me but remained stuck in my throat when I remembered the filth of the fake doctor's face. It's none of your business. I managed to articulate. He scowled, almost turned around, but turned back to me, put his icy hand on my shoulder, brought his face closer to my ear and whispered: One day, a light, you, then darkness, and death. I almost collapsed with fear. My stomach twisted, a great shiver ran down my spine and I gripped the frame of my bed so tightly that it broke. Then I felt a violent sting on my wrist. Mr. Ermriac turned to Grandma and handed her a vial with a black and purple liquid inside: This boy needs a lot of rest, don't worry if he can't handle his emotions anymore, if he tells you nonsense. I injected him with a powerful sedative. He will sleep all day. In 8 hours, you will have to give him this to drink. That's all for me, have a good day, ma'am. And he went out. As for me, I could no longer feel my arm, and my head seemed so heavy...