Novel & Cerita Finite Incantatem

“And the necessary visualization?” “Yeah, I think so,” Leesa replied. “Me, too,” Ralin agreed. “Okay. The incantation is pronounced like this: ‘Evictus memorum personius ablottum.’” He said the words very slowly. “Now let’s hear it.” “Evictus memorum personius ablottum,” Leesa and Ralin repeated in unison. “One more time,” Dominic instructed. “Evictus memorum personius ablottum,” they repeated again.

"She will accept me. Let's do it. We have to try." The two sat cross-legged on the floor, their hands clasped together, forming a circle of energy. Lilac began chanting ancient incantations, her voice rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence. The words were archaic, imbued with power: "Corda aetheris coniungantur, animus et corpus unum fiant. Ut potentia sit integra, et voluntas sit pura."

"Aelunthra, lumen matris. Sana corpus, sana animam. Redde vitae filum argentum" "Ten seconds left," Marissa announced. A sense of urgency filled me, I focused all my energy on him, reaching directly for his soul. "Aelunthra, lumen matris," "Sana corpus, sana animam," "Redde vitae filum argentum," Nothing happened again. "Selunaris Veythra," I continued, delving into the other incantation, "Vita et Mors in uno filo," "Redde lumen electo,"

Her fingers flew across the pages, searching until she froze. “Here it is,” she said with her voice steady. “Priori incantatem - it’s a spell to reverse a spell. It doesn’t just undo the original intent; it turns it on its head, amplifying the opposite effect. If the ritual is reversed, instead of liberating the rogues, it would bind them completely. The witches would have absolute control over them and everything connected to their magic but there’s something more… the pure, those are not like the rogues…” “We all die… don’t we?” I said, completing Rachel’s statement in a sad realisation.

The incantation was a spell of desiccation, one that would slowly drain the life force from the vampire and render it powerless. "*Obscura noctis tenere potentia, voco tenebris umbrae, Et umbrae effigiem Vampiri tangere, constringere, sub iugo tenere. Firmamentum noxium, vox obscura, ligare sanguinem et animam, Arte magica te corripiam, vinciam, atque te in nihilum redigam.Vampirus neque mortuus neque vivus sit, sed inter utrumque, exsistat, Nec requiem nec gaudium habeat, sed aeternum cruciatum patiatur. In nomine Daemonium, per Noctem Aeternam, hoc sicut dico fiat*" Nara chanted.

Darius detangled his hand form mine and touched my cheek lovingly “I am right here sweetie “he said and kissed my cheek. The scent of sage and crushed moonflowers filled the air, thick and almost dizzying. I sat cross-legged in the center of the floor, palms resting on my knees, trying to calm the rapid beat of my heart. Celestine circled me slowly, murmuring incantations in a language that I had never heard before, it sounded old, older than time itself. "Umbrae Malevolae, Tenebris Oblivionis Memoriae Malae, Disparere Noctis Obscuritas, Eas Absorbeat Oblivionis Tenebrae, Sint Earum Domus" Her voice echoed with a strange hum, as if the very air bent to her words. I felt her magic brushing ag

My heart pounded in anticipation my eyes scanned every line and information about this part. “This is it,” I whispered. “I think we can defeat her with this,” I added. They were all reading the page too from where they were surrounding me in half a circle over my shoulder. However, I paused and bit my lip as I remembered something, “We just have a different problem now.” “What?” Sebastian looked at me with furrowed brows. “I can read this but I don't know exactly how to learn it,” I told them. “This is some complicated incantation that taps into two results. It's not easy to imitate even with the book with me and we only have a few days left before the eclipse,” I said.

Before I light them, I grab the jars of herbs and sprinkle them around in the shape of a pentagram. I'm going to die if this actually works. I'm so desperate for anything at this point. With a lit match, I light the candles and stand back. Honestly, the whole set-up looks amazing. I grab the book and hold it up. "Words… words…" I run my finger down the page, looking for the spell words. "Okay, here we go... Ad mortale te voco campum. Serva mihi et fac imperium meum usque ad Vigiliam Samhain."

Her eyes blazed with intense fire, her anger echoing through the room. Clarissa, her eyes closed, started to move in a graceful rhythm. Her voice took on a human structure and tone, yet with an underlying power. "Seildakantuma, zendebuzaza." The words spilled from her lips in a melodious chant, a language unfamiliar to my ears. She weaved a complex pattern, encircling us as she chanted, her presence radiating mystical energy. Intrigued and consumed by a mix of apprehension and awe, I strained to grasp the meaning behind the cryptic incantation. The air thickened, charged with tangible intensity. The room seemed to pulse with an unseen force as Clarissa continued her enchantment.

Cancer didn’t care about prayers. “Lee Seong,” Ren intoned, voice hoarse from disuse. “Incubus of the Ninth Circle. I summon you by blood and flesh. Come and take what is owed.” The candles flared violet. The air thickened, hot and sweet like sin itself. A low, velvet laugh rolled through the room before the figure materialized inside the circle. Fuck.