Solo Spell Caster Novels & Stories

I ask achingly “After the three days banquet with the king. That will be more than enough time to be able to get the strands of hair, right?” “Yeah, so do you have a dark art spell book for the altering of fated mates? Since dark art spell books are very limited editions and an individual is not permitted to have it, save for an institution or organization registered under the King's government.” I ask cautiously “Definitely Hermione, your grandmother got legs…” She grins, standing up “Give me a minute, I'll go get the dark art spell book vol.0 for you to see.” Grandmother walks to her room.

A wizard who would surely boost the fear of the black magic wizards gathered there, through her future actions, in an attempt to save the world of the wizards and the world of the sceptics from the new threat on the world. A girl, who’d never been considered an important enemy to anyone, has now become their greatest fear. She became ... the possessor of a spell capable of nullifying any magic. Yes, we all know now that Elizabeth Catherine Edwards is the possessor of the most powerful magic in the wizards’ world ... A spell that can nullify any spells and can turn the wizards’ world into a world of sceptics. A magic simply called: Antimagic. THE END

Scar looks at him in shock. “What rumors?” Of course, the skeptic in the pitch of the orc is noticeable after all, even he has yet to see the headmaster. Mudbrew sharply responds. “Yeah. Masters all ten of them have said such. Though it could just be smoke I reckon. It will be my first time to see them as I am sure many of the others here.” It is then that Mudbrew looks at the booths that made for the masters. They begin to fill. There are four in total and three of them become occupied. There is a female orc that holds her armored hands along the railing entryway of the booth. One of her fingers tap on the stone while she waits. In another spell casting stage is a human man that has a scar

It was the sorcerer, his eyes gleaming with a mix of madness and raw power. "You dare challenge me?" the sorcerer sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Your feeble attempts to restore balance shall be crushed under the weight of my supremacy." Malachi stepped forward, his voice steady. "We stand not as individuals, but as a collective force. The power of unity is far greater than any individual's greed." I could feel the energy crackling around us as the battle commenced. Spells clashed, creating explosions of light and darkness that illuminated the chamber. The sorcerer wielded his power with a twisted mastery, his spells unleashing devastating forces upon us.

"Look at this. I put it on him. He's mine!" Zedekiel glared at Fredrick, brimming with rage. His fingers were itching to spill blood. Specifically that of the bastard in front of him. "How do we break the spell?" He asked Alaric. "There are two ways." Alaric replied. "The first is to wait for the spell to wear off and the second is to kill the spell caster. If there's no caster, there's no spell." Zedekiel chuckled deeply, tightening his hold on his sword as he turned to look at Fredrick. "I like the second way better."

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

"You see, the migraine you are experiencing is an aftereffect of both spells. The one that knocks you out and the next one. The spell I cast is an enormous spell and takes a lot of energy, so I used yours. Only an original wizard can perform the spell or a royal." He looked proud when he added; "I am the only original wizard left...you know how I know? I killed the rest." He proclaimed proudly and laughed again. (He definitely belonged in an asylum of some sort.) I thought to myself. "I noticed while doing the spell that you already have royal abilities even though you have not been sworn in as the, Tè Sên Sarvantos èt vin onté liantos, yet." He sat next to me and took my arm. I tried to yan

Sara turned toward the last scroll and her eyes shined due to her excitement. 'Warp spell, rank based on the mental level of the user, limited to darkness element. The user teleports at a distance depending on the quantity of mental energy used.' 'This one cost half a million Credits, spells without a rank limit are surely expensive.' The diagram of the spell was so complex that Sara didn't manage to make progress in it even after half a day of study. 'I need to take it slowly and carefully memorize everything. I was really lucky with the bloodline form since it was implanted directly in my sea of consciousness.'

she said with a hint of mockery. “I don’t. I was just stating facts.” I looked over the mirror again and saw Bentley pushed the maid inside. Calix opened his palm towards the mirror’s direction and I saw blue fire moving around his hand. He was indeed a high-level alpha. Only those purest of the most elite wolf shifters had the power to perform spells, especially those spells that came from the element of fire. “What is he doing?” I asked the guardian of the mirror. “Doing the soul trade spell. Not everyone knows such a spell used in the Cursed Mirror and how to perform it right. He must be one of a kind.”

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.