Spell Entity Novels & Stories

Instead of a protective barrier, the spell had unleashed something far more sinister. She knows the spell she cast that day was not one of protection at all. In her desperation, Demika had attempted a revealing spell, seeking to unearth the true nature of the creature that had attacked Selena. But as she cast the spell, she was pulled into a vision, a nightmarish realm where the air was thick with malevolence. She remembers the vision she had while attempting to cast the spell—a vision so terrifying that it left her convulsing on the floor, her mind shattered by the sight of the creature that attacked Selena.

There is no wind, but her hair is blowing as if a strong breeze is passing through. - Evil creature, wrongly created to torment humanity. The snake that turned the men and women of the earth into ambitious and sinful creatures let go of my most beautiful creation. I know about your bet with your creator, but you already lost that bet the moment Angel said "yes". Your place is at the gates of hell forever and ever. I saw Selene look up at the sky and speak.

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

In the digital view, it was a Forge. "Welcome, Little Glitch," a voice echoed through the Spire’s comms. A figure materialized—an avatar of a woman whose skin was a scrolling ticker of "Old World" C++ code. "I am Aria. We’ve been watching your 'Season' since the first puck dropped in Oakhaven. We didn't think you'd actually make it to the Cloud." "Aria," Elara stepped forward, the silver core of Julian pulsing in her chest. "You mentioned physical bodies. Real skin. Real bone."

A Slow Death spell - a curse designed to rot the soul and liquefy internal organs over seventy-two agonizing hours. The entity fired. The bolt of violet rot screamed through the air, aimed directly at the two paralyzed Light Mages. "Shields up!" I lunged between them. Didn't have time for a complex ritual. Slammed my palm against the floor, pouring every ounce of remaining mana into a Triple-Layered Aegis. CRACK.

“During the first era of the hunt, before the treaties, humans who feared magic sought a way to kill not a creature, but the source of magic within every creature. The records call it by many names. The Spear of Silence. The Executioner of the Veil. The Soulless Weapon. It wasn’t an ordinary object. It was an entity forged from oaths of extermination, human blood, and magic stolen from the very species it sought to destroy.” The entire room seemed to have grown colder. “An entity,” said Izan. “Yes,” replied Amelie. “Not exactly alive. Not exactly dead. A ritual weapon capable of recognizing magical cores and extinguishing them.” Selene pressed a hand to her chest. “Extinguishing them,” she r

“Are you sure you wish to hear?” “Yes,” I said. The words came out small but determined. I had to know. He spoke slowly. “The spell causes the victim to become disoriented and she will absorb the dark energy. Her thoughts will be clouded, as the spell takes hold…then the fetchers will come and carry her to their master. No one will see it happen.” “Fetchers?” Pelin repeated. The word sounded like a curse. “What are those creatures?” “They are difficult to describe,” Aziz admitted. “They are neither wholly spirit nor wholly beast. They serve those who command the darker arts. We will likely encounter them if we investigate. They operate in pairs. That makes them cunning.”

Jess figured the nightmares were something to do with the spell when Cat shrank at the mention of the word. Ricky turned back to his work. "I don't get scared." It seemed an unlikely claim. Everyone was scared of something, or so Jess had thought. But the way he said it, so devoid of emotion, Jess believed him. Mr Porter looked doubly dismayed when Damien hung his work. "We are all side characters in a book bought to life by an author/higher entity living out his fantasy of becoming a God made flesh," the teacher read. His expression suggested he was quickly losing the will to live and most definitely regretting the lesson plan.

Luckily there were curtains that surrounded each section of the bed, blocking the bright sunlight. Noel held his forehead with his trembling hand, grunting once in awhile as he felt his Mana draining. His breath also felt heavy as if the hole in his chest prevents him to breathe. He just noticed what happened to him earlier at the cafe after slightly calming his throbbing head down. "…Is this, 'Spirit Pierce'?" He muttered. It made sense given the amount of pain that he felt, as if his soul was stabbed by something sharp. Spirit Pierce is a magic attack spell of a mythical class, used mainly for communication between worlds. The procedure of casting the spell was also hard to maintain and wo