Spell Channeling Novels & Stories

Chase groaned. Three hours later and Chase was still screaming in pain. We were in the ritual room and Isabella’s eyes were completely white and looked like they were glowing a little. Chase was strapped to a chair in the middle of the room and Isabella was circling him while wielding a light show out of her hands. I could see shapes in the lights as they seemed to pulse around Chase and he began to scream again. Isabella had told us that the spell required her to force her way into Chase’s energetic signature, which I gathered was what I assumed was the aura. She had said it would hurt and hurt a lot. Chases had still wanted to go through with it.

All the divine objects began to glow at the same time, and the leaves of the grimoire began to move until one leaf glowed brightly. I closed my eyes from the blinding light, and when I opened them, I realized that the grimoire was showing me a channeling spell. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief, not understanding what was happening. Then I heard Connor's shriek of pain, and I panicked. “Concentrate, daughter,” my mother now said more firmly and materialized in front of me. “You have to put all your energy into channeling the objects; your father will help you momentarily with that, but you must get into a state of absolute concentration. Just think of him sacrificing your mates are doing rig

You need to use chants to focus and release your power. Kevin started his chanting and the boar came towards his direction and he attacked the boar with his thunder magic spell without any barrier or anyone's protection. He was able to focus his mana and chant the spell within a few seconds and he attacked the boar. Bell was surprised by seeing it!!!!!!. Even if he just chanted the spell and for the beginners, they need to spend some time to get that much power. In Kevin's case, he just took a few seconds to chant and to use his power.

I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong, how our once unbreakable bond had shattered so suddenly. The room seemed to echo with my silent questions, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. I tried to focus on the spell before me, pouring my energy and emotions into its creation. It was a way to channel my pain, to transform it into something tangible and powerful. With each incantation and gesture, I hoped to find solace, to mend the broken pieces of my heart. The spell became a metaphor for my healing.

Kelania snarled. She began to chant again, the rest of the coven following suit. I steadied myself with a deep breath, planting my feet firmly in the newly formed mud. Closing my eyes, I began to concentrate on the tugging sensation I felt as their chanting continued. I imagined a cord between us as the source of the pull and began to pull back. The chanting stopped suddenly causing my eyes to snap open. They couldn’t see it, but a golden light flowed from them, moving up the path where the cord in my mind had traveled.

“You can’t beat me, you bastard! All you’re doing is wearing me down, and I am not easy to tire out!” They both raced through identical chants. Sophia watched fascinated as Aidan froze and Major Dylan performed a perfect water magic without even knowing what to chant. 'There are two kinds of magic. One you make without doing anything, channeling your magic power from your core and into your hands, but it will be just as explosive as a bimb," she remembered Elijah teaching her in the cave. 'And the other one?' Sophia had asked. 'The second one was stronger than the first. And much long-term and slow burn. When you chant a magic, it becomes a spell. A spell is destructive than a normal magic.'

She was grateful for this peace but sometimes it gets really lonely. I take deep breaths, have a clear mind I remind myself I felt it was a comfortable distance to do the spell, placing my left hand forward I let energy play on my fingertips concentrating hard I say the spell "Plaet mi et tu domle" the same time I let the power roll of my palm it starts off as a small circle then it kept growing and growing, I take a step back the suckage strong as it grows to a small black hole it suddenly vanishes.

I completely pulled the book away from her laps and dropped it on mine. Without asking if she was ready, I reached for her hand and clasped it tightly then began reciting the spell while I channeled her. I selfishly—no, it didn't count as selfishness of it was for Kai—drew more energy from her by tweaking the spell a bit before I ended it.

“Okay.” Sage burned beside us and I lit some candles as well. Clearing my mind, I tried to tune in to the pulse of nature. The call of the birds in the trees, the sound of the wind blowing against my cheeks, the scent of the flowers, the life within those flowers. When I truly felt connected to it all, I began to chant the spell I had learned. I saw Damien’s face in my mind, he laughed sardonically as he tortured the minds of those who were loyal to him. The same way he tried to torture Mitchell’s mind.

Honestly, it hadn't crossed my mind because my entire being was frozen, including my wolf and warlock. "Just think about what you want to do to her; I told you you can conjure up your own spells since your magic doesn't necessarily depend on written spells." As Nana spoke, I closed my eyes and began channeling all my anxiety, fear, panic, and worry. I drew them using my warlock side, then gently pressed my hands on Melody's chest. I chanted in a foreign language, but even I could understand the words.