Piertotum Locomotor Spell Novels & Stories

"Nos duc ad—" The wards shattered. Glass exploded inward as the possessed townspeople crashed through windows. The front door buckled and broke off its hinges. They poured into the house like a flood, dozens of them, all wearing those terrible red eyes and inhuman smiles. "Don't stop!" my mother shouted, continuing the chant even as the first possessed person entered the living room. "Portum aperio! Nos duc ad locum tutum!" The circle began to glow, pale blue light rising from the chalk lines. The air inside shimmered like a heat haze. I could feel the spell building, feel reality thinning around us.

Her frown tightened as she studied it, and I watched her, trying to decipher anything from her expression. "Mortifex Tox," she muttered under her breath. I glanced at Lucien whose eyes found mine. He was equally as confused. "Moti—what?" Desmond asked. "That's the spell that was used." Mackenzie said, not removing her gaze from Lucien's neck. The wound still had not spread, and I wondered if that was a good sign. "Are you familiar with it?" Lucien asked her. She nodded. "It's going to kill you much faster than you think. Before the end of the day."

* *“Translation: Stop whatever is happening around, do not move until I make another sound” As soon as he said it, everyone and everything stopped moving immediately. Lily also didn’t move at all so that Young Chul won’t get suspicious. After that, both brothers looked at each other and nodded. They started reciting the spell together. Young ho raised his hand and started with the first spell, *“Impigritas tenebrarum et lucis, ut obliviscatur eorum quae mox oculis conspexerunt”* *“Translation: Energy of the darkness and light, make them forget what just witnessed their eyes”*

“There are zombies here, but also casualties, and your own ambassador and priestesses are amongst the injured. Find them. Help them.” The spell slowing the Mer stopped but they stilled, their body language confused. “We understand you.” “I would hope so,” Connery stepped up to Meguitte’s side. “That is the meaning behind Verbatransfera, after all. It’s a language spell. Very clever my love.” “Help your people,” Meguitte told the Mer. “Save them, take them to safety before the zombies get them. There is a powerful sorcerer also somewhere in this smoke, and he has reason to be angry with us all.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I kept reading. All of a sudden, Ragnor exclaimed, "Here it is!" I followed where his finger was pointing and read aloud, "Body Paralysis Spell." Under it, all the information relating to that particular spell was written including the forward and reverse spells. Finally!

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”

"Legacy bolsters potions links coordinate wise use echoes tempt wise resist?" Alexander prowled holo circle alpha command storm assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies call probe tonight voluntary bind amplifies unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank howl distractions. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary. Lira guide branches warn tempts visions clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist. Signal violet retreat unity forges new."

The tom stretched beautifully for his fingers but he was in for a world of hurt and ecstasy with this toy. The no-fur began to tease and violate his own hole with the toy. It wouldn't take long for him to get it good and wet so he could use it on Guru, but first a little more torture. There were instructions left by where he'd found the muzzle that Spitfire could read. Unlike many no-furs, he was versed in both the written languages of Atlas City and the Underworld thanks to the attention of his former owner, Agent. His tom had no idea what was coming next. Spitfire spoke the Underworld word that meant combine and held the dildo towards Guru's muzzle. With a swirl of the hex magick, the ench

She quickly moved on to the next step. “Spellcasting is more than just throwing energy around. There are words, incantations, and movements that enhance the power.” She walked over to a book resting on a wooden bench and flipped through the pages. “Here. Try this one. It is a simple energy manipulation spell.” I took the book, scanning the ancient script. The words felt foreign, yet familiar, as if they had always been buried somewhere deep inside me. Luminare exanthis, feron voltara.

Arth asked. “It’s another type of spell that raises a particular aspect from our body,” the Chief answered. “It has wide variations … some spell raises your speed, strength, memory, and many others.” “So what he just did was to—” Arth stopped speaking as the cavalries cried and then rushed down the wide steps. The intensity of the shaking ground became worse, as the horses charged altogether like a stampede.