Spell Channeling Novels & Stories

'It is more than a title—it is a pathway. Rex focused on the memory of Tillian Starstriker, the ancient being who had named him her champion. He pictured her face, her voice, the distinctive energy of her blessing that still resonated within him. Then he projected his consciousness outward—not to create a physical doorway, but a connection between minds. Pain lanced through him as the magic took hold, his body becoming a conduit for energies too vast for a single mortal to channel safely. He felt his companions' strength flowing into him through their linked hands, steadying him, preventing him from being torn apart by the forces he commanded.

"I was thinking I'd place the mark behind your ear here…" "I can live with that, and maybe I can place a mark on your wrist." I said, processing everything that was happening. It felt like time was moving too fast now. "So how would this work?" Kieran pulled out a piece of paper with some words written in a different language. "We are going to have to chant these words for the spell to work. The spell will channel your magic and will find me through the chant." I couldn't help but smile at his words and quickly looked over the spell incantation to become familiar before saying them out loud. "All right, I think I'm ready to try this."

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.

Thankfully they hear the fear in my voice and listen to my directions and leave the room. It takes me a few more minutes to reach Ri'elle, he is no longer able to speak, there is blood pouring from his mouth. I slowly reach out to the spirits around him, taking some of the pressure off of him, then I redirect that energy to the animals around us. The way that this specific spell works is that the enemy has bound a single spirit to each of the wolves in my pack that is under attack. These spirits are trying to rip the souls out of the bodies of each of the pack members. What Ri'elle is trying to do is redirect the spirits away from the pack members, onto the animals, from there he can try to

The words catch in my throat while turning my veins to ice. “Yes… I know it’s something I've always told you not to use. To avoid… It was forbidden. But it’s what your sister is channeling. What has made her so powerful, combined with her own DNA. It’s the only thing strong enough to intervene when a spell is this tightly wound and impenetrable.”

I murmured, lifting my hands in front of me. Daemon sighed but did as I asked and stepped back. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply and started to recite the spell. “Dorchadas folaigh mé, scáthanna glac le m’anam, gan rian, gan scáil, gan amharc orm.” The last syllable left my lips and a sweeping rush of energy poured back into me. It was invigorating, like a gust of cold wind against hot flesh. The outline of my body wavered before it disappeared completely.

He says keeping a serious expression, one he uses each time we train. “ A conversion spell doesn’t require just mental visualization, it also requires composure, both emotional and psychological and you can’t channel your powers through your eyes for this spell for now, because they don’t give a direct focus of power, rather, you’ll use your hand and as you progress you can use even your mind as a channel.” He says as he demonstrates by saying a magical spell and using his mind as a propellant, the water turns solid and then gaseous and back to liquid.

He activated a holographic display that hovered between them, showing a complex molecular breakdown of the "Anomalous Chord." “Let’s talk as scientists, Dr. Thorne,” he said, leaning forward. “You call it magic. You call it the 'Wyrd.' But we both know that’s just a romantic label for ignorance. What you’ve been 'channeling' is simply high-frequency electromagnetic radiation interacting with a specific, rare mutation in your neural pathways. It’s not a soul. It’s a glitch.” He tapped the tablet, and a video played. It was a recording of Evangeline in the Quartz Chamber, her eyes glowing white, her hands weaving light.

"As the point of contact between the deep territories and the surface world. As the place where information moves between those two spaces." "You have not used the channel actively since the restoration," he said. "I have been maintaining it," I said. "Feeling it. Learning its texture." I paused. "Using it deliberately is the next step." "Is it safe at sixty nine percent?" he said. "Using the channel does not cost power the way projection or sustained output costs power," I said. "The channel is not an expenditure. It is a connection. Using it is like using a telephone. The telephone does not drain the person who picks it up."

He was always angry. “I do have a student in mind. Your female.” “Her mind needs to rest to be healed. Also, she is no Chaneller.” “But her mind has habited one that died while still retaining a connection with her,” She fought not to cry as she spoke of her Gamama. “Also she has powers. Channeling heals the way, it was how I learnt. She is just like the way I was when my Gamama taught me fully. If I teach how I have been taught, then there is a greater chance that she will know channeling in no time. It will also help when she tries to find a way to another realm to save her family.”