Oblivion Best Custom Spells Novels & Stories

“Set spells are risk-free,” I saw my father’s eyes narrow slightly at that, so I hurried to continue, “or to put it more correctly, set spells are those in which the risk, if any, is known. On the other hand, improvised spells can give the desired result, but the risk is unknown; they are to only be used if there’s no other way.”

His bones were cracking and he had twisted his neck in an awkward angle. He's very angry, I thought. I concentrated on my magic supply and said my first and easiest spell that I had to learn the hard way from my mother's spell book, in oculis mortalibus eris. I have used this spell to protect myself and my sister while we were at our real home before we came to this neighborhood. The spell is like a force-field. It covers the caster and makes humans, not supernaturals, see things contrary to what is really going on. It's been long since I've had to cast this spell but it still held on. As long as I don't deplete my magic supply, I will be alright. Alpha Mason growled at me. His red eyes gla

"It's time to get serious." I activated an instantaneous spell and blasted it towards the demons one after the other. Meanwhile, the sorcerers are trying to erect a defensive spell, "As if I would let you…." I said and activated to decrypt their enchantments and nullify them. "It's time to erase a big chunk of them…." My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!"

In the amphitheater Zark was preparing to cast a spell on a scarecrow in a corner. In his arsenal of spells, he possessed all the spells on the Wizard, Sorcerer, and Cleric list; having at his disposal all the schools of magic (Abjuration, Divination, Conjuration, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy and Transmutation), with such magical ability it would be easy to be overwhelmed by the quantity. As if that weren't enough, even when Zark used a simple low-level magic damage spell, since his class was a full caster, his spell's damage was automatically increased due to other effects that added extra damage. As a result, a simple damage spell did vastly more damage than normal.

he groaned, at the dirt that entered his eyes and I saw that as my cue to mutter a quick spell. “Oculus Dispersia,” I mumbled, using his discomfort as a diversion. I watched with satisfaction as his groans turned to screams, finally realizing that no matter what he did, he couldn't see and he won't be able to, unless I reverse my spell. He should be grateful that I didn't kill him, despite him knowing it or not.

With a deep voice and determination, I chanted the ancient mantra that I had mastered. “Zyrathia'shael, norathixius drakon. Lok'varanath, keltharum'gorn. In the hidden world, I ask that you be bound within the walls of time. Buffalo demon and his followers, you shall not escape again into this world. This spell separates you from the real-world forever!” The moment those words left my lips, magical energy enveloped my surroundings. Silvery-blue light poured out of my palms and formed a protective circle around me. In the distance, there was a rumble, and the shadow of that demonic power began to float and try to resist this spell.

I threw spell after spell, but there were too many. A blade cut my arm. Pain bloomed, hot and sharp. "Isa!" Sienna called, fighting her way toward me. "Stay back!" I warned. "I need to finish the hiding spell!" Through the fight, I crawled back to my circle. Blood dripped from my arm, falling onto the flowers. "Blood of the betrayer, shield of the betrayed," I chanted. "Hide us from sight, hide us from mind." The spell flared, a dome of purple light spreading outward. The shadows screamed as it touched them, fading into mist.

One was an illusion spell, while the other could really change the shape, although it still had a lot of illusion parts at the first levels. The best part of the skill was that the effects would only disappear when Golden decided, and there was no cost for the time it was activated, so even if he started a battle with the skill active, he wouldn't have any handicap. "You finally awakened, how did you manage to have such good luck to find enlightenment while learning a legacy? I really envy you." Kermu was the one who spoke. Since he didn't put too much effort into increasing the level of the legacy spell, he was the first one to notice that Golden had awakened from his enlightenment.

My magic hums hotter now, responding to the violence and raw power crashing below. The land is awakening, just like the whispers in the lore said. I feel it coiling in my marrow, stronger than before, begging to be unleashed. Enough watching. Time to be powerful, not just sassy. I stand on the branch, steadying myself, and draw deep from that wild core. "Veil and vine, fury and fire," I chant under my breath, my hands weaving the air. Mosswood storm spell, old as the roots, fierce as a coven's wrath.

David stood up. “What are you doing kid, you’re not going back down there.” Zavian yanked at his arm. But David pulled away. “Who are you calling a kid. I just saved your life.” Zavian did not have a comeback for that. “I’m an inventor- or so Arlen says. I’ve read about such weapons. At least something similar. Just as you can’t trap a bear with a mousetrap, those spells are only specific to the being it wishes to snare, otherwise it’s just another heavy net. If I can alter those spells Arlen can be free, right?”