Enchantment Novels & Stories

She takes me by the arm and pulls me to her as we walk. _______________ He ​​has a plan for you. - She whispers quickly looking around, apparently she's being watched just like I am - He will announce you as the winner of the Diamond Crown, and will announce your engagement. - I widen my eyes, and then I feel a shiver run through my body. ________________ Engagement? - Indago looking like an idiot - With who? - She looks away for a moment and then whispers quickly.

The maid already heightened into more than seven feet and her teeth had grown sharper and numerous Alden dipped his hand into his inner shirt pocket, he brought out a bottle with a glowing yellow substance in it and poured it into the extract mixture " This will do" "Get back" King Durham instructed Scarlet. Alden opened the dungeon metal gate and immediately the maid ran out, ready to snap the neck of anyone her hands could grab. Alden was the closest to her and he was her first target

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 style looked chic and simple: a large ivory pearl floating freely within a diamond-dusted platinum cage. To the unknowing, it was a beautiful, understated accessory. Only a few people knew that the pearl wasn’t real but an iridescent casing around a microchip that broadcast my location via GPS to Deloris. More than that, it recorded my movements, my respiration, and even my heart rate.

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.