Commanding Spells Novels & Stories

My magic hums hotter now, responding to the violence and raw power crashing below. The land is awakening, just like the whispers in the lore said. I feel it coiling in my marrow, stronger than before, begging to be unleashed. Enough watching. Time to be powerful, not just sassy. I stand on the branch, steadying myself, and draw deep from that wild core. "Veil and vine, fury and fire," I chant under my breath, my hands weaving the air. Mosswood storm spell, old as the roots, fierce as a coven's wrath.

“I have a competent caster who'd be willing to do that and—” “Never,” I bellowed, jumping to my feet. Elder Stephen flinched at my outburst. “I forbid any of you from using that spell, and whoever is found guilty shall be stripped of their pack’s identity and be cast out.” I looked from one elder to another, seeing the astonishment on their faces and waiting for one to counter what I had said. None dared challenge me. They only continued to look at me in surprise. Elder Zara spoke up. “But we've always used that spell and–”

I am writing this letter in order to warn you from something that you have done. Yesterday the soldiers who went with you and your sisters have returned back to the academy. And I have heard from them how you brought one of the dead soldier back to life. Catty, there is a limit in every power and you have used one of the strongest spell of yours on the soldier. The Resurrection spell. It just does not bring a dead back to life, but it also dampens your power. Once you use the spell, the rest of your powers gets limited. And also you used the shield spell to protect the institutes. Catty you need to stop using more of your spells. If you keep using them, you will start growing weak and finall

Yet, we all start to firmly believe only one thing. But before even one of us attempt to make a move, Connor screams over the sounds of the Vampires hissing as they snap their teeth. "AGAIN." "Leave him, demon." "Be gone." "Take your leave." "You are defeated." "You shall cease to exist." "You will release yourself." "I command you." "This spell diminishes you." "As I speak, so it must be."

Cora seemingly shocked at hearing this is a thing. 'Your wish is my command seeing as I owe you majorly.' He bows his head obediently, with a note of amusement in his eye, obviously feeling the effects of my spell on top of his renewed vigour. My spells tend to make one feel euphoric, and a tad drunk for a while after, because they get a taste of my true power and it can be overwhelming.

They contain food, water, medicine, flashlight, and others for survival, protection, healing, the bidders might give you special boxes if you impress them but before you can get it, you need to verbally spell the word that the programmable box uttered. "For the word of the day, if you know the spelling, you will know if you are a Spell or a Beat. If you don't know the spelling, you should protect yourselves and your teammates because you don't know who is after your life. Each wrong letter is equivalent to one life in your district. Be careful who to beat, and remember when to beat. The winning district will be granted any three wishes tangible or intangible that start with the letter of the

A red light emerged, and Lesia materialized in front of them. James asked, “You’re quite knowledgable, right? Do you know what this is?” “Soul Consuming Spell. A lowly being like him practiced such an evil Supernatural Power. How audacious.” Lesia’s sweet voice resounded. James frowned and asked, “Soul Consuming Spell? What’s that?” Lesia muttered, “Legend goes that Morgott created three Supernatural Powers. The Soul Consuming Spell is one of them. “It’s a spell that is much more terrifying than your Curse Magic. The spell is cast on one’s soul, gradually eating them up.”

Her eyes glowed like sun rays as she called upon the moon goddess to aid the northern pack's army. With a final surge of power, Selene released the spell of victory, casting it over the soldiers of the northern pack. The air crackled with energy as the enchantment took hold, infusing the warriors with a renewed vigor and a sense of invincibility. Their movements became swifter, their strikes more precise, as if they were guided by an unseen hand.

Their presence commanded attention, and I watched in awe as they raised a hand, their voice barely above a whisper, invoking a spell that hung in the air like a delicate thread. "Verbera tenebris, inlustra lumen, Vincula daemonum, contere nexus. Tenebris eximo, lucem adfero, Exaudi veritatem, verbera potestatem." As Draco's incantation reached its crescendo, a surge of energy crackled around him, casting an ethereal glow upon his figure. With a flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a spell, directed at the monstrous form of Malia.

The cooldown period reduces as the user grows stronger. Path: Spiritualist Description: As a Spiritual King, your power is now at a level above that of most. Chaos begs to do your bidding and seeks your approval. You are now capable of casting an innumerable number of Low Level Leases and several more Mid-Level Leases. With Chaos at your right hand and destruction at your left, you now have the power to command 25 High Level Leases, and 7 King Level Leases. NB: With the aid of a Chaotic Staff, a few of these King Leases could be stored to prevent a lengthy activation period. Chaos has longed for you for so long. It has missed its prodigal son. And to show its love, it blesses you with two, n