Solo Spell Caster นิยาย & เรื่องราว

~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.

They all said the same thing. “The spell is bound by blood and body material so it cannot be broken by ordinary means. It can only be broken by the one who placed the spell or the spell’s catalyst.” This was the words of the last wizard we visited which was the exact words of the rest of them. I decided to take the last ditch of effort I have left in me when I reached my office. I closed the door behind and dialed Aunt Bella’s number and she picked up on the second ring. “I thought you’d never call.” She echoed on the other side of the phone.

The lines etched on the wizard's forehead seemed deeper, a testament to the immense power he possessed, and the knowledge that burdened him. With a voice that resonated with both wisdom and compassion, the wizard spoke, his words laced with reassurance yet tinged with caution. "Darren, fear not. The spell that had plagued Lucy's mate bond has been broken, and she shall regain her strength in due time. But be aware, the healing process will take time, and patience will be your greatest ally."

‘Charles, you don't understand the consequences of this spell,’ he pleaded desperately. But I continued to shake off his grip, my determination unwavering. I had spent months researching and preparing for this moment, and I couldn't let anyone or anything stand in my way. The power surged through me, and soon I will have the power to change everything. 'Ekleípō.' I mumbled under my breath as I focused all my energy on casting the spell. The air crackled with anticipation, and a blinding light enveloped me, signaling that the spell had taken effect. Little did I know that the consequences of my actions would be far greater than I had ever imagined.