Spell Channeling Novels & Stories

It was small, no larger than a marble, but it was strong. “What’s this?” “It’s a temporary communication spell. I have an identical one in my pocket. So long as we both keep them on our person, we can speak mentally. When I give you the signal, I need you to create a distraction,” His eyes flickered, “A big one.” I bobbed my head, “Consider it done.”

Until now, this mobile baby sat totally still, only sucking on his fingers. After lighting two white candles and uttering the spell, I dipped a piece of paper with our mother's name in it in the bowl that contained our blood. Then we both continued chanting the spell, focusing our power on creating a telepathic connection with our mother. It was like tuning a radio - the spell gave us the opportunity to create such a connection, but we had to find the right "frequency" of the connection ourselves. It took a good few minutes to find our mother, but thankfully she didn't change her place of residence, so it was still shorter than it would have been if she had moved. - "Mom, this is Christina.

This would keep both Vampires and Golden Shifters away. The light of the candles flickered in the gentle breeze making the shadows on the wall dance along. I sat in the center of the lotus formation and started chanting the spell, “Dajmimoc… .dajmimoc….. dajmimoc…dajmimoc….dajmimoc…” The rhythmic chanting of the spell calmed my mind and soon my mind became devoid of thoughts. It was only focused on the attainment of my objective; gaining powers.

She turned to them. “ This ritual consumes a lot of energy. I need to channel someone strong. Someone that matched his strength and possesed the same traits” she said to them. “Let me do it. He is my son and i was once an alpha” said Christopher as he stepped forward. Marissa nodded her head. She drew a circle and put four candles around it then she asked Christopher to lie down inside. She closed her eyes and started chanting. The spell required a full moon to work but it was a half moon that day.

He looks at me as he says this, his gaze burning into my soul and I feel myself flush in response to his attention. “Second,” Channing continues, “The two casters, a wolf and a witch, would serve as the once to drive and focus the spell. They wouldn’t be holding the power alone. The alphas and coven leaders would be the anchors for this working.” He knows this because I taught this all to him, impossible pillowtalk of impossibilities, things that could never happen.

Threads multiplied, weaving into a bright, crackling barrier. The curse struck at it again and again, testing, hissing, pressing. Each impact reverberated through her bones. She gritted her teeth. “Not… yours,” she growled. Her power surged. The barrier became a funnel, narrowing, directing. She wasn’t just blocking the curse. She was *channeling* it. It had no body, not really. It was a wrongness, a hunger. But it moved through patterns—along weak lines in stone, through unguarded hearts, into empty spaces.

It was that of despair and how I needed to prove myself. I shut my eyes tight and balled my fists hard till I couldn't feel them. I could feel my energy turning into electricity inside of me. I felt like I could feel little sparks so I channeled the sparks to my mind and it felt like a whole voltage shot through me. The loud bang of the gate with Suzy's cry made me open my eyes. "I told you to blast the air and not knock me out of existence." Suzy yelped and struggled to stand up while I cackled.

Warm filled his heart and energy coursed through his veins as he remembered his short life: from waking up as a larva, being terrified by the presence of Skeletor, receiving a name and a purpose in the world, protecting his family, and following the commands of the Supreme Voice with Loyalty. -Earl will not disappoint the Supreme voice!- --- [One of your subordinates is trying to channel your will to conjure a spell.] [Do you want to let your subordinates channel your will?] [Y/N] [Warning, this road has no return.] "Unnecessarily cheesy, but at least they can cast spells now." He tapped yes without much thought, but he felt like something that was always in him left. He looked at himself an

I think I should rest now but I’m not tired yet and I haven’t reached my goal yet— to release energy and form it into a weapon like a sword or something. “You can do it Crystal.” I whispered to myself before letting a huge amount of black energy out of my hands, just enough for me to create an output. I imagined a bow and an arrow and tried to make it out of my magic by slowly moving my hands in the air but I just ended up being surrounded by black smoke. I never thought that doing an enchanted craft can be this hard but how can a respectable school accept someone like me who only knows how to release her magic and knows nothing beyond it?

Alana and Katya give each other a look and begin. They have already determined that the spell Katya’s mother put on Caleb is strong. To counter the spell, they needed the blood of someone more powerful than Caleb and the one who could bring him to his actual identity. Katy and Alana join their hands above Caleb’s head and start chanting the spell. As their whispers grow loud, the energy around them starts shifting. The air feels heavy and unbearable. It’s like they can’t breathe properly. Regardless, they continue the spell. It’s not even a minute when Caleb starts whimpering. Alana and Katya continue the spell but share a concerned look.