Spell Entity Novels & Stories

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'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.

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.”

I pointed out. Spiro laughed. Not loudly. Not happily. A dark little sound, bitter enough to scrape. “You do not know the half of it,” Spiro muttered. I faced him fully. “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means the categories you use on this side are too clean,” Spiro explained. “You see a dragon and think one thing. Aetherfang and think another. Vaelcryn and think another. The Outlands does not remain that polite.”

"Kindly assist me." Eliza took a stand and spoke. "Alright. Continue." Sia began channelling a skill while quietly smiling. But before she could complete her spell, a purple glow charged towards her. "Hyaa!" As Eliza deflected the monster's strike, a red aura erupted. "Ice supremacy!" Sia yelled. In a few milliseconds, a massive spike of ice appeared from the ground, impaling the creature. The freezing fog from the ice enveloped the area of impact, obscuring everyone's eyesight.

Soheila whispered to the golden lion. The golden lion was delighted and looked at Soheila. “Thank you!” The golden lion suddenly talked! Soheila was speechless because she never expected that this golden lion was able to talk. A spirit beast that can talk had achieved a high-rank level such as Moon-Two Star and above. Little Black and Sylvie were too mysterious and Soheila can't see their rank level. “You're welcome! I'm Soheila, by the way.” Soheila said and smiled at the golden lion.

Suns igniting, dying, igniting again. And at the center of it all— A figure. Not human. Not wolf. Not god. Something in between. It stood at the seams of reality itself, hands bare and burning, gripping the fractures of existence and holding them together through sheer will. Its body was not flesh so much as form—memory given shape, purpose given outline. Elaria’s breath caught painfully. “That’s me,” she whispered. Yes. She shook her head, tears blurring the light. “No. I was born. I lived. I—”

You cheat don't hide! Yman noticed the tiny sprite playing tag with Sistela as they swirl around him. He scratched his face and forced a lazy smile after seeing Sistela trying her hardest to catch the water sprite which undoubtedly more agile than her. Although Sistela was already a level 3 deity and already got her arms. But too bad for her, her speed just enabled her to float.

I was flustered and also worried about the idea he had come from nowhere and he was holding a big dangerous weapon. And in a moment of silence, I confessed my true dream. " I want to open a school for other spellcasters like me and my father. " I smiled, as I was thinking of teaching other kids how to use magic without anyone judging them or being scared of them. " Can I call you Mr. Spear? " I cheered as I was jumping, Mr. Spear was silent for a while but he sighed. " My name is Michael, but call me whatever you want. What do you know about spells anyway? You're a child. "