Commanding Spells Novels & Stories

Merlin held his hand out so that Arianna could grab it and siphon some of his magic to help with the spell. "Repeat after me - Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San." Both the witches, Arianna And Zachary Merlin continued to chant the incantation. Simultaneously, " Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San."

Burst: A spell that damages multiple targets in a specific area. Stunning Spells: These spells can temporarily incapacitate an opponent, making them unable to act. Impediment Jinx: This spell slows down or hinders the movement of an opponent. Full Body-Bind Curse: This curse immobilizes the target, making them unable to move. Aurora Lance: This spell makes negates all resistances from spell elements Weak Flame: This spell produces a small flame. Defense Spells: Mage Armor: Provides a significant boost to armor class for Wizards and Sorcerers.

He compelled. The guards frowned in sync, seized him back the neck, and flung him towards the strong walls of the castle. It looks like compulsion was a wrong move because we are not quite sure what kind of creatures they might be. A huge part of me suspects they could be angels and if that is possible, vampiric ability to compel is quite useless. My fingers suddenly started trembling not as a result of magic because I did nothing to activate my magic. The temperature of my body rose and I felt my neck heat up like a furnace. The ruby pendant suddenly became scalding hot and it made sizzling sounds.

Arth asked. “It’s another type of spell that raises a particular aspect from our body,” the Chief answered. “It has wide variations … some spell raises your speed, strength, memory, and many others.” “So what he just did was to—” Arth stopped speaking as the cavalries cried and then rushed down the wide steps. The intensity of the shaking ground became worse, as the horses charged altogether like a stampede.

‘Charles, you don't understand the consequences of this spell,’ he pleaded desperately. But I continued to shake off his grip, my determination unwavering. I had spent months researching and preparing for this moment, and I couldn't let anyone or anything stand in my way. The power surged through me, and soon I will have the power to change everything. 'Ekleípō.' I mumbled under my breath as I focused all my energy on casting the spell. The air crackled with anticipation, and a blinding light enveloped me, signaling that the spell had taken effect. Little did I know that the consequences of my actions would be far greater than I had ever imagined.

"We need to reverse the spell, but it won't be easy. The altar is protected by powerful magic. We'll have to work together." We joined hands and began to chant, drawing on the strength of our family's legacy. The air around us crackled with energy as we focused our will on counteracting the dark spell. Slowly, the oppressive energy began to wane, the carvings on the altar glowing with a faint, golden light.

a look of unspeakable disgust and whispered, "Who knows." They don't know it, but Evelyn knows it all too well. This was a light-based spell, representing the blessing of the gods, an extremely holy power. Magi and Paladins would have practiced this power since the moment they joined the temple, most of the light-based spells were defensive in nature, used for healing or passively triggered boundaries, and there was only that one person that Evelyn knew of who could use this power in such an offensive way.

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–”

Tears streamed down his cheeks. My shadows exploded out, winding around my Charms and Moth in a way that was different to any time I’d used them before. Now, they were tinged heights with Moon’s magic: a mix of wolve and sorceres. They were there to control but only with consent, and that meant they’d strengthen, rather then weaken. These were my soon to be kings fighting at my side, rather than animals that I’d make dance. I quivered with the intimate connection and joy. This was true power.