Enchantment Novels & Stories

she started, "this... this is often a part to require in. A bequest... enchantment... I never envisioned..." The primary Ancient One, his starlight eyes twinkling, advertised a consoling grin. "It is frequently the way, youthful Luna. Fate seldom reports itself with trumpets and pennants. It unfurls gradually, just like the blooming of a moonflower." Luna, ever anxious, pulled on Aveline's hand. "Mommy, can we do enchantment presently? Can we make things coast like you did?" The moment Old One chuckled, a melodic sound like wind chimes. "Persistence, small one. Enchantment isn't a toy to be played

This was better, currently only the receptionist was there and she could use less magic to enchant the receptionist. “Hi, sorry what’s your name?” Dezrael asked her. “Hi, I’m Lynne, how can I assist you today?” She smiled at Dezrael. Dezrael took a hold of the woman’s hand and chanted softly while she held onto her gambanteinn. The gambanteinn was a smallish staff and hers were carved from wood, with her ancestral symbols carved into it. “I strike thee, Lynne with my gambanteinn, to tame thy mind and heart, to work my will.” She touched Lynne’s hand three times with the gambanteinn and then promptly let her hand go. Lynne had been entranced easily as the spell took effect.

“She’s still in the early stages, but the scent is accelerating. She’ll be in stage two by tomorrow at the latest.” “Excellent. You remembered to take your potion this time? So we don’t have another fumble like last time, correct?” Scorn dripped from every word. I bowed my head, a wave of bitter shame washing over me. The taste of that potion, a disgusting, herbal concoction she forced on me, still lingered in my memory. It wasn’t just to mask my true scent from the world. It was a leash. A vile, chemical suppressant designed to deaden my senses, to make me immune to the very heat that should have been mine to claim. My right to ravage. I had to take it, a necessary evil, just to be able to

The forges that the tribe used didn't generate enough heat for the smelting process, so David had to improvise using enchantments. Enchantments, as the tribe taught them, were divided into several categories: Temporal, the ones generally used in the middle of combat, they had great power and dissipated after a while. Sacrifice, This required a price to be activated, be either resources or flesh, thanks to that, their potency was unrivaled. Self, these were generally dangerous because they were infused in the body of the caster, if the control over the spell wasn't high enough, death was the less painful outcome.

Professor Merriweather announced, “The safest methods are to use potions or spells. If the witch is strong enough, they’ll require neither. However, that opens a door of complications. Should your intentions not be clear, should they be skewed by emotion or outside forces, it’ll alter the effect of said enchantment. Of course, it’ll wear off in time. Although, objects repeatedly enchanted can sometimes take on a life of their own. Much like this text book.” As if to prove her point, the text book circled the head of the nearest student before slamming down on the desk. “Grumpy little thing, isn’t it?” Professor Merriweather tutted, her hands on her slender hip

Back when I was a child... I read books in the garden in secrecy to hide from my father's sight as much as I can. This is what makes me happy and worth living, however, it's a trespass in my family. The book I read is one of the subjects my brothers have. Lessons are all about enchantment. Enchast is the ring of glowing light that appears on the caster's hand; sometimes, it consists of three layers depending on the number of spells to be cast at the same time.

While I had imparted some skills to enhance their accuracy, such as sharpshooter, their arrows lacked the potency to inflict fatal damage on enemies unless enchanted either by myself or Solan. I eagerly looked forward to the prospect of incorporating arcane archers into our ranks, their ability to infuse arrows with magical energy promising to be a formidable asset in our battles to come. "This is a problem," I mused, acknowledging the inefficacy of our archers' normal arrows against the tough hides of the beastmen. "What kind of enchantments can they use?" I inquired. [Pierce, Explode, Poison] The system responded. I nodded in approval as I read the options.

I yelled at her. "Awwn." She fawned falsely and stared at me with a pitiful look before making a "tsk" sound. The kantras black magic ring was a powerful ring that takes the life of anyone that comes in contact with it, except of course its owner. When hit with the ring, it drains life out of an human. It reduces the person's breathing pace and also dry up the blood that runs in the veins. "She should be dead by now cause her other half is with us. Properly tortured by us." She boasted.

he asked curiously. "I did not touch him with my skin," Mila spoke. "It is exposure to skin, visual or physical that puts the enchatment. Impact of spells vary by the well, spell." "Can you please forgive me?" Arthur asked as he pressed his forehead to the nape of her neck. A gasp of desire escaped her lips. As he caressed his lips down her spine, she felt her body shiver. "Please..." he begged. "I..." Mila was speechless.

the Duke said looking sternly at them They all knew it was a lost battle for them. All of them walked up to Ethan and congratulated him while Prince Leo said nothing. He sat down staring at the Duke. They have been sworn enemies right from childhood and they don't like each other. Leo was Esau and James was Jacob. He believed he had stolen what was rightfully his by right.