Solo Spell Caster Novels & Stories

“Invokers are advanced spellcasters who specialize in using the fewest of words to achieve great magic.” Stratin blinked, confused, and Moss sighed. “Let’s say a spell caster uses four lines to cast a spell,” Moss continued while his friend nodded. “A spell caster worth his weight in gold would accomplish the same task with one line, two at the most. But an invoker can do it in as few as three words; casting spells with speed rivaling that of magic. But there have been rumors of invokers spell casting with sounds as subtle as grunts and achieving the same power a full incantation would.”

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

The 2 nodded at me. "Yes sir, I know [Fireball ] Spell it's a level 2 attack Magic...I can cast them 5 times..". (Private Elias) Elias is an Elf, with very pale complexions. He's from the infantry division. "I got [Light Beam] spells..it's a level 5 attack magic..but I can only cast them once…and the casting time will take me 5 minutes….sorry about that Sir..". (Private Guro) With a tall stature and protruding fang, Guro look at me embarrassed when he said that he can only use it once. Guro is from the Special Forces division and he's a young Orc Shaman.

~Sophia’s POV~ When Sebastian left me alone, the memory about how powerful a Royal really is came back to me. I never imagine that me being upset and feeling unworthy to be a leader would bring back the memory. So now we are standing at the middle of the training field at the Moon River Pack house with warlocks and witches to lift the spell that was bestowed upon the wolves by Marcus. Stella is going to channel me to be able to cast the spell with the help of the warlocks and the witches.

Erebus shook his head. "My Lord?" Iapetus looked up from his notebook, confused. "He is a wizard specializes in spell imprinting, and I think that just might be what that two stars are. Go to Pallas and tell him I need the imprinter's help. He'll know." Erebus opened his hand, and there was his special mark. It was a small wolf fang, glowing in the dark as if consist by fog with silver light. Erebus held out his hand to Iapetus, who took his hand as if a handshake, and the mark was imprinted on Iapetus's hand.

Mix in a compulsion spell that forces the subject to answer whenever a question is asked, and what you have is someone who cannot lie and cannot stop himself from talking. Jester wouldn’t be surprised if Alveston told him that his inspiration had been the Eterali spell. It was very similar, and just as effective. He glanced at Alisa. He had purposely not told her that Hogar and his associates were under those kinds of spells, but with her Gift, she probably already knew the moment they entered the room. Maybe the cold look in her eyes was more genuine than he thought, and maybe they were not just directed at the suspect.

Jasmine POV: Spell of Jaruda…. is also known as spell of slavery death…. it is one of the ancient spell and can only be casted by a very erudite thaumaturge…. a thaumaturge is also known as a spell caster. I remember my grandmother telling me about Spell of Jaruda as it had a very spiteful legend which was very popular among local villagers of our kingdom Tallis and many of other neighboring kingdoms as well…

“A little…tiny baby spell, if you will.” My eyes go wide. Is she…is she telling me what I think she’s telling me? Margot slowly lifts her eyes again to mine, the corner of her lip curled up. “But we’re friends, right? You wouldn’t tell on me?” I just continue to stare at her because…I mean, I don’t know why she’s doing it, but Margot is giving me a very dangerous piece of information right now. That she’s a spellcaster – and even if she’s only a minor one, it’s a status that’s been illegal in our nation since the day Mahl took the throne.

The spell's radiant energy mingled with Ryder's resolve, enhancing his every strike with a transcendent power that Emilia's darkness could not withstand. As Emilia's attacks grew fiercer, the spell held steadfast, creating a sanctuary of clarity amidst the chaos. Ryder, bolstered by the spell's protective aura, found newfound strength and precision in his movements. With each strike, he channeled the spell's energy, guiding him with a purpose that transcended mere physical prowess.

she explains. “How about you start making the counterspell, and I’ll keep him busy?” He suggested. “I can’t.” She pointed out. “What? You said you could. Can you make one or not?” He questions in confusion. “I can make one, but I don’t know who cursed him. I can make a generic counterspell, but it won't be as effective. Most spells are the same, but the caster makes the magic unique. My spell might even worsen his condition,” she explains.