Solo Spell Caster Novels & Stories

He really couldn't imagine how painful that was. After that, the Mystic Maiden gave him an explanation of what soul-planting was. The requirements for both the spell caster and the spell recipient were very high. First, the spell caster must have had a cultivation level above god and a high level of research in soul arts; then, the physical quality of the spell recipient and the state of the soul must also be quite powerful. There were rumors that the spell caster must be the leader of a realm with talent far beyond those so-called divine sons and daughters.

The triangle was surrounded by symbols resembling a blend of arcane runes and something wholly unfamiliar. "This," he began, "is an old spell about the mystical bonding of three souls. The details...it's uncanny how much they resonate with what you're telling me." My stomach churned as he spoke. The idea of a spell influencing our lives was disconcerting, but the eerie accuracy of what he showed me was no denying the possibility. "But," Gray continued, "there's a catch. According to the lore, only a Magnolia witch can place this spell on another Magnolia witch. And as far as I know, none of you fit that description."

Not only could he learn the spell, he could easily manifest it. This was not because Caspian was a genius and once again surpassed the Pulse Control Realm cultivator limit of mastering three types of sorcery. Instead, the Walk on Air spell was simply too pitiful. As long as one is able to control their spiritual Chi, a pig that possesses some spiritual aura, let alone a trained cultivator, would be able to master and manifest the spell. It was neither an offensive nor a defensive type of spell. It was not even a detection spell. No matter how much Caspian thought about it, he could not figure out exactly what category the Walk on Air spell would fall into.

I am still able to hold off some wolves, but I know I'm about to go down shortly if I don't heal myself. MOM my boy’s yell. They fight harder trying to get to me. Solem much has finished the spell. He now has the power of the sun. He shot another few more lasts at me that I dodged, and it looked like it weakened him. If he is getting weak from a few blasts, then apparently, he can't channel it as well as he thought.

Letting them feel my presence a second time, it was time they knew. This was an added power I didn't even realise I had, how I was able to command and reach out to all the wolves. The wind that had been slowly blowing then gradually increased in intensity till the flaps of the tent were blowing all over the place. My eyes were blazing red and my claws were out and ready. "Cassie Parker. Commander and Queen of wolves, mate and Queen of Hades, to Hell and its King. I summon all wolves to rise in power, to head forth to where I stand with their allegiance to me as their queen or they would fall under my reign.

Dani paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” Dani snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.” Khalid glanced in my direction.

“What is wrong with a witch in the covenant?” I asked Zephyr and Elm, completely oblivious to it. They took a glanced at each other. Something is definitely worrying the two of them. Zephyr sat down with me, and begin the whole explanation in order. “You already know about the sorcerer as a part of the mystic blood, right?” Said Zephyr and he even browse pictures for me, “This is what human believes in, but the truth, there are two types of sorcerer, the witch and the spell caster, witch deal with premonition, enchantment and potions, while the spell caster deal with spells.”

“Gabriel’s plans have gone too far. He’s lost sight of everything, blinded by power. I may be many things, but I won’t stand by and watch him destroy Silverwood Falls.” Nathanial and I exchanged a glance, both of us wary but hopeful. We needed all the help we could get. “What do you know about the spell he’s trying to complete?” I asked. Marcus led us down a series of winding passages, his voice low and urgent. “The spell Gabriel seeks to cast is ancient, one that binds the very essence of werewolves to his will. With it, he can control them completely, using their power for his own ends. But the ritual requires a significant sacrifice—Gabriel needs the blood of a chosen one to complete it.”

Where the hell is it? "I was trying to do a spell to help my magic output." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Soleus cross his arms over his chest. "I find that hard to believe. How did you get that kind of spell mixed up with summoning a demon from Hell, exactly?" Ignoring him, I keep flipping pages. Finally, when I come to the correct one, I lift it up and show him. "See? This was the spell I used." He walks over to me slowly with the same gait a predator would use. I steel myself to remain in my spot and not move back away from him. There's such dark energy coming off of him it's hard not to be intimidated by it.

Breaking one takes time and great effort. I felt my chest tighten. “Tell me more. How can I fix it?” She sat across from me. “The spell requires a specific magic crystal to function. The crystal holds the power and it redirects the bond to another person. You must search for it." But breaking the spell is not within my power," she continued, "Only a stronger witch could manage that. It can only be broken by the witch who created the spell or someone with deep knowledge of dark magic and breaking one takes time”. She said,