Commanding Spells Romane & Geschichten

I kept a quite long distance from the men lest they attack me, after breaking their spell. "Spell unknown, powers in the wind summoned! caught and Caged, these men in powers unknown! Break and free, thy spell anonymous! Mobility restored, speed off the young Witch from Muldoch! Cast thee out, I command. Blood and flesh conjure! Wind and rain conjure! Energy flows here and stops not. Break and shatter in pieces! One-blood Witch, conjure and release, so mote it be!"

She was under a dormant spell, she must have. None of those creatures should be in this world and not with their powers. Thank goodness that I once lived with a few warlocks and witches and to some extent, I know significant aspects of how their magic works. Red seems to be casting a teleportation spell without even knowing it. Teleportation spells were only casted by the Grand-warlocks and Grand-witches because they were the only ones capable of commanding such a high degree of magic. Red is more special that I thought her to be.

She fastened her gaze on Dominic as the wizard got ready to cast the spell. “Drakmarata numidus,” he called out. He didn’t really need to voice the spell out loud—his centuries of mastering the waziri magic had long ago rendered that unnecessary for most spells—but he did it for Leesa. At the same time as he uttered the magic words, he waved his right hand slowly across his body in front of him. Behind his hand appeared a tall swath of darkness so black Leesa could see nothing inside of it. Dominic had effectively disappeared in the blackness.

The circle's edges flared, creating cascading waves of golden light that collided with tendrils of dark purple energy, blending and clashing in a mesmerizing display. The room trembled under the spell. The candles were extinguished one by one as the power Zavian summoned grew. His voice grew louder, reverberating off the walls as the spell reached its apex. "Velora shan, era'than ral'ora. Nyssa voreth, tu'lal celeste. In myrithan vel'alas... Ith'lamor solai!"

Her quiver seemed bottomless, each arrow imbued with the power of ancient enchantments, piercing through the enemy's defenses. Kael, a master of the arcane, wove spells that defied comprehension. His incantations resonated with the primal forces of magic, overwhelming the enemy with a dazzling display of arcane might.

The air hummed with a terrifying energy, and I knew we had to act quickly. "Isolde!" I called, urgency threading through my voice. "We need to disrupt Baddy's magic! We must break his concentration!" Isolde nodded, her eyes fierce with determination. She raised her hands, gathering the energy around her, preparing to unleash a spell that would turn the tide in our favor. "Everyone, focus your magic on Baddy!" I commanded, feeling the bond between us strengthen as our energies intertwined. "Together, we can shatter his hold over the darkness!"

Laga said as he turned to catch Cornell's gaze. "My Lord, what if she's trying to hold us here and let her people win the war against our kingdom and our armies while she kills us here herself with her powers and that of the dragons fires." One of Cornell's personal armies said as he stepped forward. Laga stared at the army for a while without a word, he walked towards him and stood in his front. "Next time I hear such a word come out from your mouth, I will definitely cut your tongue myself, for you have no right to speak except being instructed to." Laga said to the army with all seriousness.

The soundproofing Kyle promised kicked in instantly; the muffled thumping of the club’s bass vanished, replaced by a silence so heavy it made the eardrums ache. Knowing this arrogant ass won't remember a single thing about my powers after tonight. Thanks to the memory-wiping spell I’m weaving, I looked deep into his eyes. The "human" facade peeled away to reveal something ancient and terrifying. My eyes weren't hazelnut anymore. They were burning with a cold, predatory violet light as I was chanting the foreign words in my heart and waving the spell, letting him sense the crushing presence of my mana soul. Seeing his eyes blowing wide with terror boosted my ego.

Raised to defend Born to be free Night is day Day is night It's time to shine