Demonic Spell Novelas e Histórias

Demons kept sprouting from dead bodies and from the depths of the ground. If no one raised a white flag, this battle might go on forever because both Lucius and Arturos had demons surrounding and guarding them. So there was no way they could be attacked right away. I spun around faster and spread my arms open as I called for the spirits of the underworld. I had not used this spell before, but it felt like I knew what I needed to do. "Spiritus cognitiorum et spirituum inferorum. Exaudi orationem meam. Potentiam verberant daemones Kalmerus protegendi eiusque familiam regiam."

Demonica said and she closed her eyes and I see these certain dark scary woman showing as Demonica glitches as if she is in a video game. “Show me the darkness deep inside, let the darkness bring out everyone’s dark secrets and let the darkness devours everyone’s heart. Awesh agatarahem elohem ahenemo.” Demonica like a spell and the dark cloud starts to widen then disperses leaving some glittery shinning black dust that is thrown to everyone. “What is happening?” I utter in confusion as that glittery black us fall around everyone. I watch as everyone suddenly begins to struggle but then there is this dark aura starting to cover their body.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

I push off the ground, grabbing the paper and springing back to my feet. “Mater et luna voco,” I start to read, and the demons let out a shriek. They know what’s coming and I enjoy the hell out of this each and every time. “Redde unde exierunt,” I go on, voice growing louder. “Cinis cinerem. Pulvis sunt pariter!” I yank a crystal from around my neck and throw it down at the demons’ feet right as I finish reciting the spell. It sparks, sending a wave of magic into the air, and incinerating the demons into nothing more than a pile of ash.

I took a deep breath and stared at his hand. “Reveal,” I began my spell. It started like before. The glowing spiral started circling around the hall, surrounding us. But there was also something different, the words went faster. I could hardly see the signs or separate the words in the demonic language. “Slow down!” I ordered raising my hands. The demonic power listened to my voice, and suddenly the signs became more readable. “This… is amazing…” Samil muttered, observing the stream of energy which floated from his hand and spun around the hall.

Lylah uttered, placing down the glass of wine on the outside table as she looked at me with a sharp teasing frown. I inhaled my first bit of the cigar, closing my eyes with pleasure and turned to exhale it on Lylah teasing her back. She coughed waving in front of her face to remove the cigar fumes that surrounded her nostrils. "You tease, come here!" She said, giggling whilst trying to snatch at me, almost falling off her chair. "Hey guys, I think I got something. Look!" Melody said excitedly. "Demolishing spell. It says that it can be used on any beast of hell. It needs the strength of a few witches. The more the better," She explained.

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

“The Potestatem Vitae Mortem is a very powerful spell. Whoever is looking to cast this spell would have lost their soul and committed a grievous act. Do you have an idea who it might be?” Azazel releases a relieved sigh. “We believe that it’s an ancient witch who killed her coven several years ago. But we’re not sure. Those two creatures were the ones from Amara’s vision. I believe that the creature that let out the unearthly scream is the one that is taking the powers. One of the girls they killed was a banshee.”

Without wasting a second, Morgana’s fingers moved rapidly, weaving an intricate spell. Her voice grew low and fast, chanting a dark incantation. Shadows swirled around her hand, expanding into a black vortex above her. The ground trembled violently, dust and shards of stone spiraling upward as the vortex grew into a raging storm of malevolent energy.

Unfortunately, Helena was in Wales visiting her great aunt. She won't be here for a few more weeks. I needed to figure out what I can do now. Dave said that demons can cast spells, but only if it's a blood sacrifice. And since I didn't intend to kill anyone to protect myself, I moved on to the next article. It looks like they were scanned pages from an ancient spellbook or journal. The handwriting was illegible and hard to read. I was going to skip it, but I saw the words "blood" and "protection" next to "failure." I turned to the ever-staring Ole. "Can I print this?" Quick nod.