Spell Channeling Novels & Stories

Evelina breathed deeply, raising her hands as if in supplication to the heavens. “We need to regroup, and I need to at least attempt to temporarily seal this portal!” she exclaimed, closing her eyes. I watched a white pulsing light emanate from her being. Everyone started to retreat as Evelina channeled her energy. Evelina's eyes widened, her face strained with effort as she began to chant an ancient incantation. The pulsating light grew brighter as she poured her entire being into it, each word a testament to the power she held within her.

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 had said that would be the last chance she would ever have to bring him back. Now that she was thinking about it, it must have all just been Gaya’s manipulation. By Ignas, it was a good thing that she was dead. With their hands pressed on their respective gems, the Channeler's eyes closed after receiving Belladonna’s consent to use her memories as a guide to the Spirit Realm, and Priest Uza chanting spells, they began.

That was the sound of a she-wolf who… “Chris. Where’s Chris!” Leo shouts, slamming his fist into the barrier. “Raihana!” Summoning my power, I channel it all toward the centre of the barrier where it had parted to allow Leo in. Figuring it’ll be the weakest, a roar of concentration escapes me as I feel the sheer power hammering back at me before it begins to tremble. A broken sob leaves Raihana, she’s trembling as she chants a spell and opens a portal and she pulls someone from inside.

As for the consequence of my action, I’d think about it later. I took a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs until I felt the strength of my soul coursing through me. I let myself become one with the power and chanted the spell without hesitation. In an agonizing moment, my eyes snapped open, and an unbearable pain ripped through my chest, sending shockwaves of torment throughout my body.

A devilish grin spread across her mouth as she watched the streams of my blood fall into the copper bowls. She was right about one thing: the way she was draining my blood, weakened me enough to remain silent, and after a while, I needed to fight to keep my awareness. I could only watch Hespera pull out all of her remaining red, glowing crystals. She placed her hand on them and kept it there until they lost their glow as if she was sucking out the energy. When she finished, she started chanting something again, louder this time. Every line of her spell seemed to ignite the fire in one part of the circle. Once she ended her chanting, the thick wall of fire surrounded Felix.

Hazel’s breath caught in her throat as she heard this, and she felt fear slowly creeping in, but then she pushed it away, focusing on what Halle was trying to say to her. “The pillar that you encountered before can be summoned again. You have lost your default chance with them, and you need a spell to raise it up again.” Hazel listened attentively as Halle spoke. “I do not have to go over this one because your spell book can always guide you,” she said, and Hazel nodded.

Axel extended his hand, offering a small vial of blood, but before he could step forward, my mother raised a hand to stop him. "Do not enter the circle," she warned, her gaze piercing. I felt a surge of power as my mother took my hands in hers, connecting to my own latent abilities. Together, we began to chant the spell she had taught me, the words flowing effortlessly from my lips as if they had always been there, waiting to be spoken. As the incantation reached its peak, a blinding light enveloped us, and I felt myself being transported to another realm. The world around me faded away, replaced by a swirling show of colors and shapes, each more mesmerizing and hypnotizing than the last.