Spell Entity Novels & Stories

The creature before Adrian was far more terrifying than the previous evil spirit. He sneered and said, “Quite an impressive being, but it’s time for you to show yourself.” A massive soul entity emerged, exuding a menacing aura. Adrian's interest was piqued as he observed the formidable figure. “Leave now, outsiders, or I will destroy you,” the soul entity threatened, its authoritative voice resonating with power. As it spoke, energy radiated from it, revealing the strength of someone at the mid-Divine Stage.

Hope explains to us, “You thank the tulpa, and tell it that you will see it soon. That’s why the dragon disappeared.” “Does it hurt the tulpa,” I ask Hope, concerned for the dragon, “I mean, it sure seemed real. Was it real? Does it die when it goes away?” “Oh no, the dragon isn’t real, he can’t be hurt,” Hope reassures me gently, “The tulpa is just thought energy that, with training, forms itself into what you want it to be. It doesn’t have thoughts or feelings. It looks like a sweet little dragon, and I can see why you would worry. That was a particularly adorable, and realistic, looking dragon. But despite its appearance, it’s not alive. We can’t create life. Only the Goddess can do tha

I couldn't believe that I was seeing a real breathing creature from the stories I read as a child. Ellis rolled his eyes and gestured for me to come closer. Axel sat me to my feet and grasping my robe closed I shuffled toward the man. Holding his wrinkled hand out to me I placed mine in his and tingles flowed up my arm. “Zelos is a dark entity but you can destroy him with your light. You can also use it on yourself to push out the toxins,” Ellis said firmly. He eyed my father and grinned. “She is stronger than you but hasn't even scratched the surface, she should be mated to another necromancer and not that dog,” he spat, causing me to yank my hand away in anger.

the white cloud with those horrible eyes, drifting before me just prior to unleashing ruin upon every one of us. "A Soothsayer can be stirred to turn into a Spier," Felix says, his voice touched with energy, "one of the six Gifts!" "What is a Spier?" I ask, looking at the manner in which Liam's face turns hard at Felix's words. I develop much more intrigued, noticing his distress.

And there, atop the spire, stood Xol'thul. The entity wasn't the monstrous form they had glimpsed within the key. Instead, it appeared as a swirling vortex of pure darkness, a writhing mass of malevolent energy that defied definition. Whispers, filled with hatred and despair, echoed in their minds, a psychic assault designed to break them.

Elijah asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, gripping the relic tightly. "We need to get out of here. Now." As we turned to leave, a shadowy figure materialized before us, its form shifting and indistinct. The air around it crackled with dark energy, and a deep, resonant voice filled the chamber. "You dare to awaken me?" The figure solidified into a menacing entity, cloaked in darkness and exuding a palpable aura of malevolence. This was The Harbinger, an ancient entity bound to the relic, now freed by our actions.

It wasn't mine either. “She’s been spelled,” the voice said. I stiffened. It was the eclipse wolf. “She's trapped,” he added, louder this time. I clenched my jaw, still holding on to my mate as she began to heat up. I was terrified now. Terrified that whatever was happening to her would affect our child. "What kind of spell?" I whispered, not sure if I was asking the Eclipse Wolf or myself. “A puppet spell. Something meant to quench her spirit and subdue her willpower.”

It's not Latin or any other language I am conversant with. However, under the foreign text, it seems someone has translated the language and also in a neat handwriting. The discovery instantly makes me feel so much better. Slowly, I read the translated text. And then, I read it again. “No,” I whisper. “Yes,” Fiona says. The translated text is a spell called ‘The Severance’, and the spell is designed to steal power from one source and transfer it to another. Specifically, the spell can steal a Trueblood’s power and give it to someone else.

They were hulking, translucent masses of muscle and bone, their skin stretched tight over glowing, orange cores that pulsed with the intensity of a dying sun. "The Sun-Eaters," Pella whispered, her voice sounding like dry parchment. She was slumped against the console, her entire left side now a solid, unmoving mass of gray stone. The Rot had reached her jaw, making it difficult for her to speak. "Seraphina’s... final... shame. They don't... eat flesh. They eat... energy. They’re here... for the... Heartstone."

Maera continued carefully. “During my travels with my parents, we once met a powerful shaman, but she was human. She knew who we were right away. In our very short stay, I learned a few things from her and one was about invocation spells.” She paused, lifting her teaspoon. “The invocation spell opens a door into a world where the most vile and hateful entities exist. To bring in an entity of choice, there must be a talisman. Let’s say this spoon is a talisman. It serves as the locator and tether that ties the entity to its purpose and until it fulfills its purpose, the talisman remains destroyed.”