Commanding Spells Novels & Stories

- he pleads again. My lord, begging for a kiss? —Are you happy now?-The witch's voice sounds breathy, like she's tearful. —Remember me.- My lord sounds scared. —Remember me.- he repeats in a firmer tone, the compulsion does not work with the witch, but that is the tone of voice that is used to take away the will of humans. —I won't forget you as long as I live,you, idiot.- the witch sighs. —Stay away from Vlad-he orders, in the tone of voice he’d use to compulse a human, which is incomprehensible…that doesn’t work on the witch.

“Place your hands here and repeat this incantation: 'By the power of knowledge and life, I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow forever within my soul. Grant me what I ask and more!'” I placed my hands in the over sized alcoves and shook off my nervousness. “By the power of knowledge and life- I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow and soar- Grant me what I ask and more!” I felt a strong surge of magical energy and gasped from it, feeling overwhelmed and elated at the same time. Glass Arrow Annihilation, Chains of Agony, Soul’s Doom, Drop of Life, Frost Fire Surge, Shadow Frenzy, Eternal Inferno. Mix the spells to make more powerful attacks. I took a step back a

The anticipation and excitement coursed through my veins, mingling with a sense of determination that fueled my every move. "Kneel!!"I commanded and they obeyed immediately, For days, I had been crafting a powerful spell, one that would infuse my people with strength and resilience for the impending battle. As I closed my eyes and began to chant the ancient incantations, the air around us seemed to shift and crackle with energy. The wind picked up, swirling around us in a frenzied dance, carrying the whispers of magic through the night.

Exactly as my father had reported. "Destroy it," I commanded. "All of it." Vida began chanting immediately, her hands glowing with raw power as she cast the explosion spell. Her voice rose and fell in an ancient language I didn't recognize, each syllable vibrating through the air like the earth itself was listening. ***************((***((***((**************** 'Serath en mortis,' she whispered...... 'by fire and ending'. 'Vel'akar'....... 'break the form'. 'Zaihren tu'kor'...... 'release what is bound'.

"It's time to get serious." I activated an instantaneous spell and blasted it towards the demons one after the other. Meanwhile, the sorcerers are trying to erect a defensive spell, "As if I would let you…." I said and activated to decrypt their enchantments and nullify them. "It's time to erase a big chunk of them…." My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!"

No one dared to touch Kim, everyone knew all too well what consequences this could lead to. - ... He himself becomes the same! - Destroy them! – an authoritative voice clearly gave the order, forcing the magicians to raise their staves. Vic only glanced briefly at the commander of the guards, standing in the front row next to the sorcerers who began to cast spells. The staves traced intricate shapes in the air, and two fireballs rushed towards Lirta and Kim.

The air crackled with unseen energy, making the hairs on her arms stand on end. "Lilith?" Caspian's voice sounded distant, tinged with concern. She didn't dare open her eyes or break her focus. The spell teetered on a knife's edge, raw power pulsing through her veins. One misstep, and it could all come crashing down... Lily pushed through, her voice growing stronger as she neared the end of the chant. The air around her shimmered, charged with arcane energy. With a final, resonant word, she felt the spell coalesce.

She raises her hands and commands. - Nebula oblivionis incidat in ea quae mode audiverunt Quandocumque Limits sarcinarum transierunt. (May the fog of oblivion fall over what all just heard whenever the pack's boundaries are crossed.) – she says in the Latin with which she works her spells. Another witch approaches.

Osborn stood in front of Rogan. The spiritual pressure from him washed toward Wilbur like a tidal wave. The speed of his spell casting was too fast to be visible. Osborn cast a spell almost instantly. "Curse of the Dead." Osborn struggled to point a finger at Wilbur as if that finger carried the weight of the world behind it. A gray ball of light floated out from his finger and flew toward Wilbur. That was an advanced spell, the Curse of the Dead.

As it turns out, there was a lot. Love spells to capture the heart, though burdened with consequences. Truth spells to sort out lies and uncover secrets. Strength and energy spells to help in combat. Protection, banishment, containment, and illusion spells were a few more I was trying to wrap my head around, and that wasn’t even the full extent of it. We’d just finished eating when Sterling’s phone began to ring in the pocket of his blazer. Instantly, his demeanor changed. He’d always been a bit cold and aloof but staring into his eyes now felt akin to being lost in a snowstorm.