Overlord Spells Novels & Stories

The spears shattered against his aura, exploding into bursts of dust and screeching energy. Bernatta’s expression soured. “Impressive. The pure blood changed you faster than I expected.” Oliver growled low in his chest. “You will regret ever touching my mind.” “Oh?” she said, lifting her palm. “Then try to stop this.” This time, instead of spears, she created a swirling vortex of blue flame that expanded outward like a spinning wheel. The moment it formed, every hair on my arms stood on end. The spell felt different from the others—more violent, more primal, more personal.

He stammered, his thighs close together and his body turned rigid. “Why so?” Elijah turned her head for the second time, her long hair fell at the side, with her large eyes blinking at him innocently. “Becau- because Overlord conquered the territories at a speed of lightning. Over- Overlord accomplished an achievement that not even demons could achieve.” He played with his fingers, trying to control his nervousness because Shadow knew how nervous he was. Shadow glimpsed at James, who reduced into like a scared new student entering the bully’s den. “What happens before the ruling of the demons?”

Juniper interjected harshly. She stood nearby, and hearing Sunny speak ill of the elderly couple made her seethe with anger. Who was Sunny to speak so disrespectfully about her soon-to-be in-laws? She could only imagine how much arrogance Sunny possessed. "Some third-tier family shouldn't speak when first-tiers are talking," Sunny replied provocatively. "Some first-tier, I see. So what? Do I look like I care about your so-called 'first-tier'? I don't. Especially not from a two-faced white lotus like you," Juniper countered aggressively.

Constantine leaned in closer to Baros, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "Baros, my dear, as we perform this spell, I want you to ensure that it binds not only my powers but also the loyalty of the men I've sired. I want them to be my devoted servants, my private army, ready to carry out my every command." Baros nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "That's a delicate manipulation of the spell, Constantine. It's not just about power; it's about controlling their wills without them realizing it."

When everyone looked up, they realized what was happening, but I wasn't done yet. I cast the last spell, to put to an end to that war one and for all. "By the fire that bows to none, I claim the sky. Sun of wrath, Incendia Solis, burn the world beneath me!”

I pointed my finger and Micheal seemed troubled as he got on his feet again. " taught you, Spells, like what? " He was serious all of a sudden, clenching his hand on the spear. " Aging spell, immortality spell, healing, growing plants, I also wash the dishes without washing them, you know what I mean. " I smiled, grateful I have such unique powers. However, Michael didn't smile. " What else he taught you? " I feel bad all of a sudden. " I'm not in trouble, am I? I never hurt anyone. "

Or perhaps, Samil inherited part of his mother's magic, and it was now locked inside the seal? I had to find some way to read it. The words seemed to be out of order. They were overlapping. It seemed that the blue ones were covering the demonic words, like they were protecting the seal from breaking. It was clear that before dealing with the demonic power, I had to fight that witch's magic first… “Show yourself!” I called, hoping to find a meaning of the spell. Suddenly, the words started to create a sentence written in a blue, shimmering light. Their glow soon overpowered the golden light of the demonic signs. Finally, the message appeared.

He motion the other to attack them, but a light comes out in between that scattered along the surface of the woods. “Stay where you are… Keep preaching.” Cordelia stated. “Audi Lunae dea carmen meum. Malus creatura dormiat in tenebris rt proiicat ea. In globo lucis requelescant.” (Goddess of the moon, hear my spell. Let the evil creature sleep in darkness and cast them away.Let them rest in a ball of light.) Lazarus could not believe what he saw. Her kin fell to the ground and lost consciousness and deeply asleep. The lights that wrapped around their body suddenly appeared in his sight.

We’d strung a series of spells across the road, the first rank meant to slow any intruders, the next to bounce them back across the territory boundary, and the last, Dor had told me blithely, to boil their blood in their veins. Gross. Effective, but gross. He’d taken some blood from the Kimball shaman and used it to focus the spells so that, with luck, it’d only hit the Kimball pack. I’d paid close attention, hoping I’d be able to learn something. Gods, if Dor would teach me…and I’d have the courage to ask him for real instruction the same day Ian bought those throw pillows. Pink ones. With sequins.

*** Gloria circled the three warlocks, staring at the cloud of fiery smoke that swirled around them. She couldn’t go too close to them because the smoke gave forth some serious heat. Although Gloria had been busy fighting, she’d noticed exactly when the three warlocks had appeared on top of the building out of nowhere. And from the way they’d been chanting, it was obvious that their aim was to restore the clan’s dark energy to its full power. Well, Deloris wasn’t called the queen of spells for nothing. That spell she had cast, according to her, could only be broken if she died because she’d tied it to her life. Fortunately, those silly warlocks didn’t know that so Gloria had ignored them and