Spell Channeling Novels & Stories

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.

The witch announced happily and everyone jumped in jubilation. Channelled energy?. Channelling the right energy to the wrong person?..

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.

Chanting Chanting, reciting is a form of magic where something is repeated till the outcome of the spell is shown. Chanting spells was rarely used in Chaos And Apocalypse too. While silent spells work themselves out in your mind, not all spells can be said in the mind. The results to forcing powerful spells in your mind can cause madness, mental issues or death. Chanting can be done unlimited times. Spells are written in three languages, Latin, Spanish and English. Chanting is required for spells that need to be outspoken. Most spells are dormant and do not work when they are not changed in the right language.