Illusion Magic Deepwoken Novels & Stories

Silas roared, lunging for the platform. He didn't use his claws. He used his "Heresy." He unleashed a pillar of gold-and-sapphire light that sought to "Over-write" the mercury-static. But the Deep Web was built for chaos. The gold light didn't blast the beast; it "Refracted." It turned into a thousand small, gold-glass butterflies that were instantly consumed by the mercury-sea.

“Unorthodox faction? It’s a fitting name. To disciples of the Waitara Path like you, we’re a group that committed treason, huh?” James silently took a few cautious steps forward. To his surprise, the ground beneath him crumbled with each step. By the time he reached the figure, a deep abyss had formed behind him. Dillon chuckled. “Don’t be scared! It’s just an illusion! Hmm?” Suddenly, two blood-red eyes appeared above the figure and shot out crimson light beams that instantly surrounded James. Dillon exclaimed excitedly, “Three Treasures, Five Spirits, Limitless Body, and Ultimate Serenity! It’s no wonder you made it here! The Haleth Realm truly harbors great talent!

“How so?” She got up and fetched a book before opening it to some pages in the middle. “Like I said before, I’ve seen some pretty interesting things in this long life of mine, and Eligor and his mate are high up there. Eligor is a dark wizard who went too far with his magic. He tried to create a new specie, but the spell failed and instead he turned himself into a botched version of what he was trying to create. It’s why their faces never stop moving. It’s creepy, and I guess it works to scare whoever they encounter, but it wasn’t intentional. When he met his mate, she was a different creature altogether, and he thought by performing the spell on her, which he’d tried to perfect over the yea

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

Before this, I'm afraid you've never thought of what kind of fighting style illusion spells use. "Illusion spells are a range that only Heavenly Spirit Realm can cultivate."

Today I am alone here as Eva got her leg sprained yesterday while training with Samuel. Willow has now recovered almost completely, at least she is able to go for runs and train with the warriors in wolf form though gets tired after a while. But then again continues after taking rest of few minutes, and I cannot wish from Moon Goddess for anything more. I opened my eyes, and smiled, “Now, I am going to show you something even more exciting. This is my favorite part of the training till date.” I said to her before casting the spell of illusion. I took a deep breath recalling the instruction from Lady Anna and began muttering the incantation for casting the spell. “Imaginarii,” I whispered, re

Heavy dark fog charged with green light hung in the air over the seats. Illumi descended the stairs struggling with his every breath. “I underestimated you. No wonder they call you the strongest wizard.” He scoffed, coughing out dark fumes. “How is it that even in my territory, you somehow manage to overpower me? It pisses me off much more than it fascinates me. My mistake, but it won’t happen again. This time I won’t give you enough time to accumulate even an ounce of your mana!” Illumi’s silhouette walked out of the fog.

Her hands clenched tightly, grounding herself as she faced the blurring realities. Through the chaos, flashes of clarity cut through the shadow like bolts of lightning illuminating the dark. She saw Gabriel’s protective embrace during a storm—how his strength became her shield against the raging seas. She could hear the gentle teasing in Lucas’s voice as he taught her to track by moonlight, the playful laughter filling the air like a song. With each memory that surged forth, the tendrils of the illusion weakened, and she felt the tendrils of the monster begin to fade.

She wanted to scream because of the pain, but she found that she was powerless to ask for help. "The worm that I put on you is called Drunken Death. An hour later, you will fall into an illusion, and everything you hate and fear will appear in the illusion. You will not gain your consciousness until you die in the dream. The effect is a month. If it can't be removed in a month, you will be covered with maggots all over your body and bleed to death with your five apertures opened."

"You want illusions that appear mortal? That's complex magic." "That's why I'm paying double service." I don't back down. "Can you do it?" "We can do anything." Silver-hair waves one hand. "Ten duplicates. Perfect copies. They'll last two hours before dissolving. Long enough for your rescue." "And they'll be convincing? Mordaunt won't notice they're fake until too late?" "Our illusions are perfect. Until they're not." The ancient fae speaks. "They'll fight, bleed, scream. Appear exactly like you. But they can't actually harm anyone. They're images, not warriors."