Novel & Cerita Spell Entity

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.

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.

"Then you want me to create another Hessuel?" "... No." "Exactly~ I cannot give life to creations I never made. Unless I make a copy." "Then... Does this mean this spell isn't yours?" He snaps. "Correct. It came from a friend of mine. She's an Eldar too. That is her specialty: to take life away and back. I wonder how she is doing now~ I bet her old age has been killing her many times since I last met her. Hahaha!" "We should meet her. What is her name?"

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."

Not a Weapon The hunter appeared again nearby, observing silently. “Entity confirmed,” it stated. “Emergent Guardian class.” I frowned. “No.” Everyone looked at me. Aurelion blinked curiously. “He isn’t a weapon,” I said firmly. “Or a replacement.” The child nodded happily. “Yes. I am not correction.” Its gaze moved across the wolves, fascinated. “I am curiosity.” Theodore relaxed slightly beside me. “Well,” he muttered, “that’s new.” Aurelion suddenly stepped closer and reached for my hand.

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.

“Only barely. Your spirit is very faint. But I noticed you and can communicate with you because I, Rigelus Prime, have the unique ability to communicate with the departed.” “The departed?! Oh no! That means I am really dead,” Ecto thought out loud and almost started biting his nails as a very human reaction. “Katey is going to kill me…” “Fret not. Every one of us dies at one point. But here in Dungeon Raydens, we have the ability to respawn.” “Respawn?!” Ecto had been feeling like a parrot repeating almost everything Rigelius Prime was saying. But that last word caused his hyper-petascale supercomputer of a brain to fire synapses every which way.

I agree instantly. As we emerge from the hallway, we see everyone sitting in the living room talking. “Everything ok?” Harmony asks, looking to Elnora. “Yup. It will be.” Her words are not convincing at all. “How is it that only one creature got through?” I question before she has time to press for more answers. “Right, about that. I have concluded that the creature meant no harm to anyone that it was dealing with tonight; that is what the spell was for. To keep out those who want to harm those within. It had a verbal job to do and nothing more. It didn’t attack any of our devices while it was in town either. So, my thoughts are as long as a creature means no harm to anyone, it can get in.”

“Our undying loyalty.” “Our absolute fealty.” It’s hard to keep up with them. It’s almost as if they have one mind working in multiple bodies, completing each other’s sentences. “Sprites?” Eli asks. “Yes, Woodland Sprites to be exact. There are other kinds, water sprites, forest sprites…” “Well, that’s what we are isn’t it, forest sprites?” Draiden says “Yes, except we call ourselves the Woodland Sprites, so we’re better.” Funichio insists.

replied Finnley. “…I wonder if Sanchez and his disciples are trying to obtain the dragon spirit pearl…” muttered Gerald. “They are. After all, the object was formed in the body of a spiritual dragon who cultivated into the Deitus Realm after its death. The spiritual dragon itself is extremely powerful, and it’s even capable of remolding a person’s body! By consuming that pellet, not only will you gain access to an angelic root, but you’ll also be able to strengthen your holy body and power in general. It truly is a great treasure!”