Enchantment Novels & Stories

As I avoided a shadowy claw and felt its icy burn against my skin, my heart raced. The Harbinger laughed as he observed us. The words "You misunderstand," he said. "You don't engage in combat. You accompany them. Damon tightened his jaw. "Not happening." With my head racing, I retreated. Melissa, think. These were not your typical adversaries. They were not composed of blood or flesh. Enchantment. Magic had to be included. I closed my eyes and looked within, seeking the force that had always existed. In my chest, the golden energy burst into life.

“But you don’t need to worry Amber. It’s more to protect you from… you. Than for anything else.” Protect me from me? I almost scoffed in annoyance and tugged at the fabric again. This time the burn tore a groan from my throat as the heat met the same injured spot and threatened to melt my skin. “Oh.” Princess Danica paused, her eyes flicking down to my wrist in pity. “Before I forget, the enchantment also neutralizes abilities.” She clicked her tongue then strolled to the door. “Not even all your Lucan strength can help you with this one, Amber. This is the real deal.”

He smiled, remarking how that day had replayed in his mind continuously for the past six years. As the witches commenced their chant in an unfamiliar tongue, a sudden wind began to displace items from the table, sending papers into a flurry. The candles, once lit, flickered to black. Krystal urged everyone to retreat, explaining that black candles signify malevolence and expressing her doubts about the ritual. Her mother reassured her, insisting that this needed to transpire for life to progress positively.

Just imagining fighting an opponent who suddenly unleashed five times their normal strength felt suffocating. It would be complete dominance. Above medium-grade enchantments were high-grade enchanted weapons. These were said to be as rare as a Phoenix feather or the bone marrow of ancient dragons. High-grade enchanted weapons could amplify a warrior’s strength by ten times or even more. Some even possessed additional abilities known as buffs. Certain buffs weakened enemies directly. Others targeted the mind itself, causing confusion, fear, hallucinations, or momentary distractions during battle. And among elite warriors, even a single second of distraction cou

He warned again as he stepped into the restroom, a little feet away from us. His menacing voice is enough to scare anyone because of the aura it carried but Enrique wasn't fazed, rather, he didn't want to seem fazed for reasons best known to him. "You mean her??" He smirked and tightened his hold on my wrist, pushing his sharp finger into my skin. My face squeezed as the pain took over. I watched how Marcus’ eyes glimmer in the restroom's dim light, the silver was slowly taking over the green in them which means that... my eyes widened in realization; his wolf, Ragnar was taking over... it's going to be a bloodbath!

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

A wizard that can par to Marvellion Ancienterre. Here he is, been mocked by this insolent kid. A disrespectful brat. He will show this kid that he shall be feared. A black solid ball wrapped by a very prominent intensifying lightning formed on his right palm. This is the full force of his magic; supreme ultimate sacred magic: Enoxial bemothe.

There was no way he would have access to her now. “Okay, okay. I see. How about this…” Evals interrupted the tense silence, producing another item. It was a special ring, adorned with intricate writings on its black-iron surface. A gleaming red gem, adorned its top, emitting an aura of something… forbidden. “Use this Enchanted Item.” “I told you she won’t accept anything fro—” “No, you won’t give her. You will wear it. It’ll allow you to alter your appearance.” This was the ‘Ring Of Deceit', a powerful artifact that granted its user the ability to take on the appearance of the person whom their target trusted the most.

“It is normal to use that when enchanting a person. But with most spells, there has to be a conduit. You cannot reach someone by external spells alone. There has to be a connection.” “A connection,” I realized. “Something like those sachets from before?” “Exactly,” Elder Miriam nodded approvingly. “Manipulation comes from within.” “So, poison,” Lyr shrugged, summing up Elder Miriam’s explanation. I exhaled. At least I had some awareness of what was going on now. “What kind of poison, then?” I asked, feeling weary. Lyra shrugged and I turned back to Elder Miriam, who was leaning over the hospital bed, looking like a spectre..

Her duty to protect The Enchanted Realm sometimes clashed with the needs of the natural world. Aria found herself torn between her role as an archer and her growing mastery of enchantment. As she crafted more powerful and versatile arrows, she wondered if the enchantments were changing her essence. There was a constant conflict within her between the purity of her archery skills and the allure of magical manipulation.