Rogue Lineage Spells 소설 & 이야기

Alive. The rogues weren’t a pack. They weren’t even wolves. They were ghosts made of teeth. Men and women broken into something else. Forsaken by bloodlines, untouched by mercy. And they didn’t come for territory. They came to end lineages. The gate exploded inward. Not splintered—obliterated. Flame. Not fire like a torch. Magic. Laced with black root and moonstone. Old sorcery that should have been buried. The first wave hit like a storm.

Scorching Ray: A powerful spell that can be boosted with gear, like the Hat of Fire Acuity, to achieve high spell DCs. Otto's Irresistible Dance: A spell that forces an enemy to dance, providing an opportunity to hit them or create space for other allies. Grease: A crowd control spell that creates a flammable puddle, useful for setting up traps or controlling enemy movement. Fireball: A classic spell that deals fire damage to a target area. Chain Lightning: An attack that deals lightning damage, jumping to nearby targets. Burst: A spell that damages multiple targets in a specific area.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

POV: ARACHNE I feel it before I even see it. The air around Mia shivers, almost like it’s alive, and a pulse of something wild threads through the quiet. My stomach twists, just as my chest tightens. The suppression spell falters, not violently, not like it’s breaking but just enough for me to know something has shifted. Something has changed. “No. No, no, no,” I mutter under my breath, stepping closer to the runes etched into the floor. My fingers hover above the sigils and I can feel the subtle, jagged bleed of energy where it should not be. My heart thumps faster.

Ignisar - God of Fire 🔥 Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid 2. Aurella - Goddess of Light ✨ Bloodline Name: Aurafell Traits: glowing marks under skin, heightened charisma, truthsense Signature Magic: light manipulation, radiant healing, divine sigils Trial Weakness: shadowbound illusions, corrupted relics 3. Nyxarion - God of Shadow 🌑 Bloodline Name: Nyxveil Traits: silken voices, emotion dampening, night vision Signature Magic: shadowstep, darkness weaving, dreamwalking

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Abohotto?" "It's a dead language," he explained. "I see. So...do you think there's a reverse spell?" she asked hopefully. "There must be," he replied thoughtfully. "The spell is simple. Rosa had knack of learning new things and this spell is one of her inventions," he smiled fondly as he recounted. Erica could see how much he loved his sister. She did not miss the wistfulness in his voice either.

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

"You're Fenris's son. Fine. But bloodline doesn't make a leader." "I agree." That surprised him. I could see it in the slight widening of his eyes. "You do?" "I spent twenty-one years as a rogue. I don't know your laws, your customs, your history. I'm learning, but I'm not going to pretend I have all the answers." I looked around the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn. "What I want to know is what you think Silverpine needs." Silence. They'd expected defensiveness, maybe. Not genuine curiosity.

Malric’s POV Resorting to my last lycan ability to fight off this damned monster, I activated the double shadow. The same kind of deception the Nightwalker used, creating illusions. But mine came at a cost. Rage. Uncontrollable and blinding. It was an ability exclusive to the Stone lineage. Our last resort in battle. The power surged, and split. I staggered back, reappearing several meters away as the shadow version of me remained trapped in the beast’s tongue, thrashing violently to buy me time.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear