Spell Channeling Novels & Stories

She chanted her spell. Her chanting grew louder. "Wind, rain, sun, and moon. Water, fire, wood, and power. Keepers of the magic release your secrets to me. Deep within the center of my being may life's power course free. With the casting of this shadow spell may I wield your mystic power."

Now I was even more worried than ever, because I knew that my father was in no condition to be fighting, and I had to do something to speed this up, or else I was going to lose those that I loved dearly. Focusing on the chant, I began to chant once again with Selena and Talon, hoping that by chanting with them, it would add more power to the reversal spell, as I allowed more of my powers to flow freely into Selena. But as I did this, I could feel the darkness of the magic take ahold of me, making my own head tilt back as my eyes closed like theirs.

Too late. I slip between the threads binding their voices together. Not with force, with precision. I tug. Just once. The youngest witch misses a single word. One. The entire spell lurches violently. “What are you doing?” “Hold it!” “Keep chanting!” Panic flashes across their faces. For the first time… They’re afraid. A sharp pulse of energy leaves my fingertips, not loud, not dramatic but exact. It cuts through the air like a blade, slicing through the invisible threads holding their chant together.

"You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!" The sorcerer fell but laughed even more wildly. "Frame you? Alpha Misael, you came with Luna Alayna to my black market that night. You even asked about side effects. Now you won't admit it?" She pulled out a time crystal ball. Inside, the scene showed Alayna asking greedily, "If I use this, the pup inside Sienna's belly will be transferred to mine?" The sorcerer's voice echoed, "Yes, but only if you make the carrier yourself and let her smell it."

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

“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.

of using different herbs to cure many ailments. That reminded me a lot of Aya. —Yoleandra refers that from a very young age she showed aptitude and talent for the use of "magiks", this is how she calls the channeling of the nature’s energy for human purposes. —How interesting - whispers Alex intrigued. I fork a piece of chicken, put it in my mouth and chew. These days a silent and forced truce has been established between us.

She focused on the feeling of belonging, channeling it into the spell. It just had to work this time. An ancient chant rose to her lips, one her mother had painstakingly taught her from the journal she last gifted her. Growing up, River had usually thought of the inscriptions on the journal as jargon. That was, well, until she read the letter. It was a teleportation spell, forbidden and potent. With each syllable that escaped her lips, a tingling sensation spread through River's body. She could feel the connection forming between her and the desired location.

After what they had just witnessed, they all knew that it would be futile to try and escape. Trying to escape from Unus would mean certain death. "Set up a spell!" Chandler instructed as he waved a hand. He said to the crowd, "Everyone, listen to me, and we might still have a chance at surviving!" Chandler immediately set up a Soultrap Spell. Instead of dead objects, it was live human beings who made up the spell. A spell like that had even greater power, because people already had spirituality within them, and it would strengthen the power of the spell if it was used to bring out the positive energy of the sky and the earth.

Distracted, the figure had been too late to realize what had just happened. Behind him, Diana had shut her eyes, concentrated hard like she had been taught in over ten years of training in Nepal. She had felt her life force take a form of its own, channeling the power she had mustered over that one decade—the Chi—channeling it with the Darkforce that was her speed until a pathway manifested. A super powered telepathic pathway, powered by billions of joules of lightning that allowed part of her consciousness to travel all the way through the field of green energy before dissipating itself into all the frozen bodies inside the circle, starting one by one with Marcus, then Carmen, then Henry,