Spell Entity Novels & Stories

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

- Why? - Yes, I just don’t know what it is and ... - Oh, come on, she's good, - noticing how I raised a skeptical eyebrow, she explained: - it was very easy for me to communicate with her and her soul is bright. "How bright?" I asked with a smile. - Don't laugh okay? - I shook my head negatively, - it is yellowish and silvery rays, and when it frowns or thinks, it darkens to slightly orange with silver.

Its bones weren't normal either, they were pitch black in color. "Do you know anything about this creature? What is this thing called? Is it a special type of spirit beast?" Tsarayu continuously asked Terra with a confused look. "What is a Spirit beast? This creature is called a skeleton horned rabbit. It can easily kill unsuspecting individuals using its stealth, speed and sneak attack, but it is pretty weak against strong individuals. You can say that its defense is its weak point. This one here belongs to the species called monsters. You will find countless monsters here, some of which are really strong that even I pray that I don't cross their path." Terra said as he pointed towards the

Severin glanced at Stephanie and smiled faintly, "What if they know I can help you kill those Torture Spell Worms as well? How many people will still support that Devil Gang's Supreme Leader?" "What! You can do that?" Stephanie exclaimed, looking at Severin in astonishment. Quico was slightly taken aback, but quickly resumed with a wry smile. "Senior, these Torture Spell Worms are not easy to kill. They can't be killed with spiritual energy. Moreover, these Torture Spell Worms are very strange, very small, and they roam in your bloodstream, making it impossible to kill them. A person's body can host two of these Torture Spell Worms, and they become transparent when they sense danger, making

he questioned, seeking clarification. At that moment, the familiar voice of the System interjected, its words resonating solely within Keagan's consciousness. "Apologies, Spectral Guardian," the System spoke, addressing Keagan directly. "I neglected to inform you. Only you can perceive my voice. Within this realm, others remain unaware of my existence. As an outsider, you alone possess the ability to hear and interact with me." Keagan cleared his throat, seeking to rectify the misunderstanding. "Oh, sorry about that," he replied, his tone shifting to convey his revised intent. "I meant to say that I wish to acquire items for my inventory."

Sweat clung to his dark skin, running down his face in rivulets as he raised his arms and threw back his head. “Mortuos voco! Pro nobis pugna! Domum nostram defende!” Sterling shouted, his voice low and haunting. “I call forth the dead! Fight for us! Defend our home!” Shit, this wasn’t good. A spell like that would drain him like a fucking juice box. What had to have been at least one hundred wisps of smoke rose from the cracks in the ground. They quickly reformed, taking on the shape of human and wolf alike. Two glowing eyes, the color of polished rubies, shone from within each one.

Elena cried out in pain, her vision blurring as the energy washed over her. "This is it," Seraphina said, her voice tense. "The entity is waking." Elena looked up, her heart sinking as she saw what had once been a massive seal glowing with dark light. The creature had awoken, its presence overwhelming. It was unlike anything they had faced before—a monstrous being made entirely of shadow and dark magic. Its form flickered like smoke, shifting and writhing as if it was constantly changing. "No," Elena whispered, her voice cracking. "It’s here."

“It’s not just evolution.” The room felt colder. “It’s a spirit.” Ronan scoffed. “That’s bullshit.” Her eyes flashed dangerously. “Watch your tongue, Alpha.” Grey held Ronan back with a subtle hand movement. “Explain.” The Mooner’s voice lowered. “There is an ancient entity. An angry and vengful spirit. It does not belong to one wolf. It moves.” Grey’s blood ran cold. “Does this mean this spirit can possess anyone? What does this thing feeds on?”

When my adopted sister, Alayna Ewing, hears that I'm with pup, she specifically gives me the body oil she's made. I accept it with a smile on my face. But later on, I smear the oil all over the belly of the old lady next door, who's diagnosed with a uterine tumor. After all, I have gotten reborn on this very day. In my past life, Alayna had formed a mate bond with Misael Finch, the Alpha of the Darkspire pack. She desperately needed to bear an heir for Alpha Misael in order to strengthen her position as the Luna.

This entity was different. As they focused their combined energies on the Wellspring, a chilling image materialized within the bridge's emerald glow. A monstrous creature, a grotesque amalgam of twisted tentacles and gnashing jaws, pulsed with an aura of pure malice. It clawed desperately at the barrier, its whispers, filled with a venomous hatred, slithering through the bridge. This wasn't a shapeless entity like the last one. This was a creature of immense power, driven by a singular purpose – to breach the bridge and unleash its malevolent influence upon Aethel.