Channeling Synonym Novels & Stories

He states as he leaves the table. “I’m sorry.” I whisper towards no one in particular. A gentle pat on my knee alerts me to Luna Charlotte’s desire to comfort. “Do you have any memories of her?” She asks as she serves her plate. I shake my head. “I have no memories of physically being with her while I was at Crimson Dawn but she’s been persistent with connecting with me through the channel.” “The channel?” Cassius questions. “Is that the same as the link?” “My understanding is that it’s similar but uses a different plane than the astral plane our wolves live on. It has a farther reach. We set it up so every night instead of her calling we used the channel. She’s told me a lot about herself,

"As the point of contact between the deep territories and the surface world. As the place where information moves between those two spaces." "You have not used the channel actively since the restoration," he said. "I have been maintaining it," I said. "Feeling it. Learning its texture." I paused. "Using it deliberately is the next step." "Is it safe at sixty nine percent?" he said. "Using the channel does not cost power the way projection or sustained output costs power," I said. "The channel is not an expenditure. It is a connection. Using it is like using a telephone. The telephone does not drain the person who picks it up."

He just looked confused. “Has anything like this happened before?” he asked curiously. I shook my head. “You were doing something that is very rare. You were channeling. It is a specific form of magic which allows the Channeler to bring certain things to fruition. What were you thinking about before you handed me Bellamy?” he asked. What did that even mean? I did not have any other magic. I had not tethered myself to Bellamy yet to gain any additional magic. “I thought about this family that we’ve created, and that I would do anything to protect them…” I trailed off, shifting uncomfortably because I was worried about what everyone would think about the thoughts that I truly had.

A statement delivered in the tone of someone reading a grocery list. “My sister has an ancient witch parasite feeding off her. A dragon’s flame is the only thing that can remove it. I need to learn how to do it without killing her.” “How much training have you had in controlled channeling?” “None.” “Meditation?” “None.” “Precision fire work?” “I can burn things. Is that the same?” Eldric looked at Iris. Iris looked back with the expression of a woman who had delivered exactly what she’d promised and was not responsible for the contents.

The witch announced happily and everyone jumped in jubilation. Channelled energy?. Channelling the right energy to the wrong person?..

*Chyking* is a slang for wooing a lady 🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅 After the weekend, the next thing that came up on Monday was the Orientation, where bunch of people with microphones churn out objectives, acknowledgements, dos and don'ts, blah blah blah. The upshot, it's where Boredom hugs people and signs his sleep signature as an autograph on their faces.

Natasha then asked Sang about her encounter with his father at the enclosure. “Oh that,” Sang responded dejectedly, “he calls it the chi but I think I see it in a book somewhere and is called tai chi. Been doing it every day as long as I can remember.” “I think I saw him do something strange—” Natasha’s eyes widened at the mention of the word ‘chi’. “Yes. It allow him to channel energy,” Sang was frowning, “and don't possibly see how that even work. Very funny science that.” Lucas noticed how Natasha bit her lower lip interestedly.

The irreversible spreading, channeled, becomes the established territory. He wrote: The channeling is the work of the continuing phase. The foxgloves have found their territory. The quince grove is finding its territory. The roses will find their territory. The ground keeps the account of the finding. The book keeps the account of the ground. The ground and the book together. The two accounts. The more complete account.

The focus on his face. My wolf made a soft, embarrassing sound inside me — something halfway between a whimper and a purr. I looked back at the board. “The channel,” Aldwyn said, “is what most of your training has focused on. Technique. Form. Gestures. Words. These things matter. But they are the vehicle, not the engine. A canal without water is just a ditch.” He lifted one hand. A small sphere of golden light appeared above his palm. “This is channeled intention when source and channel are aligned. When they are not, you get force without direction. Power that is strong but useless. It’s like fire burning in an open field.”