Finite Incantatem Novels & Stories

She raises her hands and commands. - Nebula oblivionis incidat in ea quae mode audiverunt Quandocumque Limits sarcinarum transierunt. (May the fog of oblivion fall over what all just heard whenever the pack's boundaries are crossed.) – she says in the Latin with which she works her spells. Another witch approaches.

Ancient incantations danced off my lips, each word uttered with precise intention. "Vos antiqui potestates, concedite mihi potentiam ambulandi per solem sine comburendo et concedite mihi gratiam ut sine damno revertar. Peto vobis auxilium cum corde gravi," I chanted. My energy surged, intertwining with the dark forces of magic that swirled within me. The room hummed with an eerie energy as the spell took hold.

DANTE What in the fuck was happening right now? We were all watching as markings, writing, appeared all over Imeela’s skin. Janina and Hesthes walked closer to her, examining what they saw. There seemed to be some recognition of whatever it was. “This is a very old dialect,” Hesthes said, tilting her head to get a better angel. “It’s a protective incantation from Hecate herself.” “It’s also a power amplification. ‘When my phoenix rises, its blue flames will vanquish’ is what this part says,” Janina added.

he exclaimed in a voice that implied a little longing. Yes, who would have thought that Cally Dominic who is an expert in various fields, say martial arts expert, close combat expert, marksman, data hacking expert, expert in using high-level weapons, has a thin brain, is famous for his arrogance and unrivaled beauty. even very famous in the brutality of killing the person whose target is the son of a high-ranking FBI agent, General Frederic Dominic?

"Alright, witches, our duty is to safeguard this child from prying eyes. No one must discern her true identity or sense her powers until the appointed time. Join me in the chant for the glamour spell: 'Quidquid requiritur fiat.'" The incantation echoed relentlessly, voices uniting as they repeated the incantation. "Quidquid requiritur fiat, quidquid requiritur fiat!" they chanted in unison, huddled around a tiny infant, and this memory manifested as a shadowy recollection. "Now, hearken, ancient Gods, this child's abilities must remain concealed from all. Witches, repeat after me," declared the leader, her long white hair flowing as she raised her arms towards the heavens.

“Place your hands here and repeat this incantation: 'By the power of knowledge and life, I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow forever within my soul. Grant me what I ask and more!'” I placed my hands in the over sized alcoves and shook off my nervousness. “By the power of knowledge and life- I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow and soar- Grant me what I ask and more!” I felt a strong surge of magical energy and gasped from it, feeling overwhelmed and elated at the same time. Glass Arrow Annihilation, Chains of Agony, Soul’s Doom, Drop of Life, Frost Fire Surge, Shadow Frenzy, Eternal Inferno. Mix the spells to make more powerful attacks. I took a step back a

"Folgerous incantum, velaris mactum, elysium profundum, adveho umbram. Invictus potentia, animus obscurum, tenebris adficio, veneficus summus. Animaque regia, in tenebris ambulare, umbrae dominus." The chant continued, the words flowing together in a mesmerizing rhythm. The man's hands moved gracefully in the air, tracing intricate patterns that seemed to correspond with the syllables he uttered. The room itself seemed to quiver in response, and Elvie couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

I gasped, looking at the black script inked above the illumination: “INCUBUS: A Fowl Daemon that preys on Mortal wymen. Through sexual congress, it feeds off Mortal souls.” My eyes grew wide as saucers. “Incubus?” I said, the strange word rolling off my tongue. Wasn't that a band? Disgust roiled in my stomach. My finger traced the text, searching. “CONTRACT WYTH INCUBI: Should a Mortal woman desyre sexual power over men, she may bind herself to an Incubus. This, however, is duly advysed against, being altogether foolysh. A Mark is placed upon her, and the Incubus partially feeds off the sexual enyrgies derived from congress. But that is not the onlie thing he feeds off of. The Mort

Lucinda turned toward the last scroll and her eyes shined due to her excitement. 'Warp spell, rank based on the mental level of the user, limited to darkness element. The user teleports at a distance depending on the quantity of mental energy used.' 'This one cost half a million Credits, spells without a rank limit are surely expensive.' The diagram of the spell was so complex that Sara didn't manage to make progress in it even after half a day of study. 'I need to take it slowly and carefully memorize everything. I was really lucky with the bloodline form since it was implanted directly in my sea of consciousness.'

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."