Spell Deity Novels & Stories

Doing this, I could feel a divine presence beside me when I finished dancing before I felt touched on my shoulders. 'Show them, my dearest Kiena.' My eyes widened when I heard a whisper, a divine one, which I knew by then was my mother. It was Her first communication with me. I closed my eyes, feeling the proper presence of myself as the Goddess of Gallant and Retribution. Father said that in order to attain being the spirit goddess, my mind should be in a weak and strong state. I must accept the weakness and strength I could immerse in myself. I must accept that I was a werewolf and a deity. I was a hybrid that would return to the celestial realm soon.

"I hope the heavens give you a befitting punishment for your sins and keep you away from my brother in your next life.” With that, he raised the spear, ready to strike the final blow when a rumble of thunder boomed through the air, shaking the ground beneath their feet. The earth itself seemed to tremble and shudder, and Alaric's eyes widened in surprise as a brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the dark sky. As it receded, Alaric's face contorted in rage when he recognized the deity standing before them. The Earth Spirit.

"But in Her celestial world, your deity name is Ragriel." My eyes widened a little. "R-Ragriel?" I parroted. Deity name? Ragriel? What? Lothim nodded as he placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his clenched hand, gazing at me. "Indeed. You are Ragriel. Your deity title is..." he paused and sighed. "You are the Goddess of Mate Bond. Your ability is to connect and break a couple's mate bond."

She saw herself walking in a pavilion made of clouds in the sky, where she chose her first spellbook. Enchantment. In her mind, the southern goddess of sensuality, the dark moon deity Minami, smiled upon her. Then came her secondary spell choices. She wanted to be powerful, like no other. And so, she chose the power of offence. Xiyu prayed to Minami to bless her at times when she felt she was at her weakest.

Kaye answered. "Tsk. Isn't that thrilling? I still want a dramatic scene in this revelation." Angel Grace answered again. "Wait, wait... Do you mean Fyro? This Fyro of mine?" I asked and pointed to Fyro now, his tail was wagging like a dog. Angel Grace nodded. "Yes, didn't you even wonder that the Welches Sprites are very dangerous creatures but it came to you and didn't want to leave? Because his bloodlust was stopped when he met you. Here in Pandora, every continent has its deities. We are like gods, but we are not since we are not what they worship. All the deities are human bodies, except for Veneesha. This is the land of Fire and the deity of Veneesha is Welches Sprites. Maybe they say

"There is a distinction between a god and a deity. Who would be so naive as to pray to those worthless brats when all they do is neglect us? During the Vurhanil War, I tried naming them Arekin and Arni. They didn't even bother to listen to us. I'm not sure if it was a positive or bad thing that we called them, but something must have heard us. It was heinous. It had no face, none, and just conscience, unlike a god. It was just a cloud-like black mass swirling about. It began devouring the vurhans' souls, or whatever it was that was holding them alive." Alicia didn't even notice she'd let go of her sword; all she could think about was deciphering Slejj's face to see if he was telling the trut

“Intentions?” “Your father is no ordinary demon. He is known as Deus demon.” “Deus demon?” said April G. “Deus demons are a rare species of demons who have magic strong enough to challenge a god. Because of this, they can empower other creatures with abilities beyond human comprehension.” “Are you saying that our dad gave our moms power?” June asked. “Indeed. But it came at a price.” “What price?” “Us,” Madison answered. “Correct,” Hughley said. “Long ago, Zai was betrayed by a group of his followers. They used the same type of magic he granted him to banish him from the human world.”

“So will it be with the resurrection of the dead? The body that is sown is perishable; it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power, and it is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body.” The Creator’s large form wavers back and forth before mine. Unlike angels, The Creator has no true shape or gender. The Creator is light and darkness. The Creator just is. Some call him father and some mother. But there’s no acknowledgment of which is correct. The other archangel stands stall, his muscled body and sword arm stiff as he readies to attack. I try to see

Enosos ran at me and just as he was about to come into contact I tore the small cristal straight out of my arm. The weapon I had pressed into my very body to use at the right time against the very creature that now stood in front of me. The god stopped in his tracks. Eyes widening. "As god made man powerful, with this crystal I make the god powerless," I spoke clearly and let my voice boom over the room. I could sense almost immediately how his powers demised and I did not wait to act.