Spell Channeling Novels & Stories

Sawyer's expression turned monstrous, his eyes glinting venomously. Chandler nodded, staring at Wilbur. "You asked for this." Upon saying the words, Chandler let out a loud roar as he cast several spells in a row. "Way of Thunder!" A thick stripe of thunder shot out of his hands, hurtling toward Wilbur. This was a mid-tier spell, the Way of Thunder. Thunder spells had particularly terrifying destructive powers, and a Sanctuary level cultivator was skilled enough to wield them in a way that would have any Ambience level cultivator dead or at least heavily wounded.

I follow her posture and sit on the cushion next to her. "Now, close your eyes and breathe in. Hold your breath for a second, and release it, slowly. In a moment, you shall hear the physicians start to chant the spell. Listen to it, hold onto it. No matter what happens, don't let it go. Concentration and focus are necessary." She gets up, "The spell will transport you within your mind, and the phantoms will come for you. Defeat them and hold onto the chant. Keep your mind focused on your goal. As soon as you defeat a demon, the barrier will start to chip."

I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. Seraphina wastes no time. Her lips begin murmuring words in a language I don’t understand, a spell that reverberates in the air around us. My entire body begins to vibrate, as if an electric current is surging through my veins. A golden, pulsating beam of light forms between our hands, connecting us with an energy so powerful it almost knocks me backward.

Reaching the end of the verse of her chant, she hissed, "Someone is interfering with my spell," before she began to chant again. Chanting through gritted teeth now, she felt the grip between her shoulders tightening. It spread from her spine around her ribcage and began to feel as if someone had her in the most painful bear hug of her life. It wasn't until she felt the sensation spreading up her neck and onto the base of her skull that she knew it wouldn't be long before the spell was severed. "Tyson, someone is trying to block me," Barach gasped between chanting. "They are sapping my

Suddenly, everyone became alert, some hid because they might be called, others were ready to participate wearing their smiles. "Who can spell the word, AK-WI-YI-SENS. It means, the reluctant acceptance of something without protest." No one made a single move not until Ulap suddenly tapped me. "Go. I know you know it," Ulap convinced me. At first, I was hesitant but suddenly, something merged all over my body prompting me to raise my hand. "Ah, Hmm..." I was nervous because everyone was looking at me. I closed my eyes. Rumbled letters begin to flow like specks of pixie dust. It's like a magic. It's not fantasy. A thought experiment. It is science.

Giveon politely asked. I nodded standing up from the circle, my stomach twisted as I walked toward him. This time, it felt stronger, the flow easily came to me. I placed my hand on his chest and closed my eyes. Come on. Please. My magic stirred and I channeled it forward, letting it pour through my arm, guiding it to him with every ounce of focus I had. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears. I pushed through the resistance, draining more of myself into the spell.

The channel through which power would flow. “Are you ready?” I asked my daughter. “No. But we do it anyway.” She took my hand. “Together, right?” “Always together.” Chen began the ritual. Ancient words that resonated in the air. The Alphas started channeling their power, streams of energy flowing toward the center. Toward us. The power was overwhelming. More than I’d ever felt. Sixteen Alphas worth of combined energy flowing through Celeste and me. Reshaping. Reforming. Building the binding that would contain the Void.

My father said, "Your foundation is stronger than Selene's by far. Rest a few days after and you'll be back to normal. Stop overthinking." Caelum squeezed my hand. "I'm having the Healer supervise the whole thing. Nothing will go wrong. Tell me what you want afterward and I'll get it for you." For Selene, he'd spent three months tracking down a pearl. For me, it was: tell me what you want afterward. I took one last look at them. Then I turned and walked toward the altar. When the ritual began, the Healer placed the channeling instrument at my wrist. My divine blood began to flow steadily through the conduit.

He just looked confused. “Has anything like this happened before?” he asked curiously. I shook my head. “You were doing something that is very rare. You were channeling. It is a specific form of magic which allows the Channeler to bring certain things to fruition. What were you thinking about before you handed me Bellamy?” he asked. What did that even mean? I did not have any other magic. I had not tethered myself to Bellamy yet to gain any additional magic. “I thought about this family that we’ve created, and that I would do anything to protect them…” I trailed off, shifting uncomfortably because I was worried about what everyone would think about the thoughts that I truly had.

The room hummed with an eerie energy as the spell took hold. As the last syllable left my lips, I felt a surge of power ripple through my body. The room seemed to vibrate with powerful energy as if the very air itself shifted in response to the spell's invocation. Though I knew the spell would only offer temporary protection, I held onto the hope that it would be enough to find Veronica and bring her back to safety.