Spell Channeling Novels & Stories

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.

Slowly, Thea's magic wove a bridge between the physical world and the ethereal realm. As the incantation reached its crescendo, the room was filled with a haunting chorus of distant cries. The anguished voices of Faith and Kendrick's children echoed through the air, their desperation and fear resonating in every corner of the room. Thea's power drew upon their emotions, their connection, to fuel her spell.

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

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“It doesn’t obey rules. It listens to intent. That means you must be more aware of your emotions than ever. One wrong feeling and you could summon another storm.” She waved a hand. Glyphs lit up. A training target appeared. “Start with this. Channel your energy into the glyph and speak the word: Feyrala.” I nodded. Breathed in. Focused. “Feyrala.” A pulse of light exploded from my palm, hitting the target dead center. It shook, but didn’t break. “Again.” We ran through spell after spell. Arqessa for shielding. Zariel for light blades. I mastered the simple ones fast. It was the advanced spells that pushed me.

Stella is going to channel me to be able to cast the spell with the help of the warlocks and the witches. The channelling ritual started. Stella slit both her palm and so did I. We held hands and closed our eyes. I can hear her starting to chant together with the others. Then I felt like I was being transported to a different world and everything was dark. Then I started seeing flashes of colours that was surrounding me but they were moving very fast. I don’t know how long it lasted but when it was over I felt drained and weak. We walked back in the house and I felt light headed.

Resonating frequencies, pack energy, and amplifying the cure – the treatment's blueprint unfolded in her mind. "Moonpetal essence to stabilize his energy," River murmured, her thoughts racing. "Silverbloom infusions to cleanse the spell, ceremonial chants to channel pack energy, and heartstone resonance to mend his soul." As the full moon ascended, River's determination solidified. The steps to break Thane's spell unfolded before her like a sacred ritual.

Astrid’s POV: My saviour witch, Helena, stood in the center of a circle of candles, each flickering with a different colored flame. With her eyes closed, she chanted in an unfamiliar language, causing the air around her to shimmer and twist as if reality was bending under the immense power of her spell. Suddenly, a burst of energy erupted from the circle, sending a shockwave through the room. When she opened her eyes, a small object materialized in her hand, glowing with an otherworldly light. She smiled, knowing that her little ritual had been successful.

I tell them and Alpha Hunter shakes his head yes and says, “I have faith that you can do it Luna Willow.” Moving toward Alpha Hunter, I stop when I am a foot in front of him and raise my hands in the air towards him and begin to chant the spell that I was taught a few months ago by our High Priestess Emma. As I chanted the words I was taught, I felt the magic within me come to life as it moved towards my hands. Once I could feel the spell form, I moved the energy from me to Alpha Hunter. After I felt it completely leave me, I lowered my hands and said, “It is done.”