Spell Entity Novels & Stories

"And I can't focus on anything else while they are giggling." Finn stares at me for a fleeting second, then part his lips. "They are called sprites, and some people, with magical blood in their family, can either see or listen to their voices." Finn shrugs one massive shoulder. "Sprites also like to hang around me for some reason. They never leave me alone, but don't worry—they are entirely harmless."

You mean something like you? 'No. Hers is different from me. The spirit that she's talking to takes a form of a glowing marble. They can also be considered as familiars because they also possess a great amount of power and have an infinite amount of mana.' 'So the one that dispelled the powerful ray Supreme Principal Von released was that spirit?' Knight asked. 'No, that was my doing. Esferas Espirituales or Spirit Spheres doesn't have the ability to dispel any magical attacks. They can deflect it but it will be five times powerful when it returns to the caster.

About 2 hours later Matt and Cam joined us and Matt said he was with Elder Kristin and had to learn 25 Life spells: Call Weak Small Creature, Life Beacon, Minor Slow Heal, Soul Trap, Summon Weak Life Wisp, Summon Weak Luminous Butterflies, Summon Weak Gold Fox, Weak Banish Undead, Weak Charm, Weak Courage, Weak Cure Disease, Weak Cure Poison, Weak Detect Hostile Intent, Weak Detect Life, Weak Fortify Health, Weak Life Armor, Weak Life Aura, Weak Life Beacon, Weak Life Bolt, Weak Life's Radiance, Weak Mend Bone, Weak Slow Heal, Weak Static Life Shield, Weak Stabilize, and Virol's Blessing. We found out from Matt, that Soul Trap works with another spell for creating soul stones to trap the ani

On the ground was the corpse of the human female who was Marcel's mother, and near this was Marcel himself looking at her corpse. Since it had already finished with the human female, the spectrum was about to eliminate Marcel. But that was something Ingrid would not allow. The spectrum have two great weaknesses; helplessness in the light of the sun and vulnerability to resurrection. In the case of Vulnerability to resurrection, if a revive the dead spell or similar is used on a specter, it will be destroyed, of course, the specter can try to resist it, but the positive point is that Use the spell of this way does not require material components.

It might seem weak for now, but the minor difference defined victories and losses in a battle among equals. Wilbur thought about Light's Fire Dragon Domain. Wilbur had thought the fire dragon was his ultimate move. He did not expect Light to have another ball of flame spell. Therefore, Wilbur felt like it was necessary for him to elevate his earth-type defense spells. The earth-type defense spell had a unique characteristic. The left arm of the user could be given earth-type characteristics in a short period of time, turning it into a powerful earth-type shield. Wilbur read the introduction on the screen carefully, then redeemed it with two hundred grace points.

she said. Then came the whisper. Not through the air, but through the Spiral itself—inside her. A voice older than time, neither male nor female, neither warm nor cold. It spoke not in words but in truths. You are the door. You were always the door. Selena’s breath hitched. Her Spiral pulsed in response, flickering wildly before stabilizing. “It’s not a creature,” she whispered. “It’s a will. It used the Spiral to sleep. And now…”

“What the hell is that?” The ground trembled under our feet. Trees shuddered. Kara’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “That’s not a spell,” she said slowly. “That’s a summon.” From the smoke behind the fortress, something massive moved. A shape too large, too wrong. It stepped through the wreckage with eyes like molten gold and fur streaked with ash. A beast, not wolf, not spirit, something born from both. I felt the energy roll off it, wild and unnatural. “Kyle,” I muttered. “He released it.”

The Inner-Sanctum felt like the inside of a pumping heart. The walls, thick with Calcified-Tissue (hardened, bone-like biological material), throbbed with a rhythmic, sickly light. Elara stood before the obsidian throne, her feet sinking into the floor’s Membranous-Substrate (a soft, skin-like base layer). The Jun-Entity stepped forward, its form flickering between the boy she loved and a terrifying Polychromatic Chorus of alien faces.

“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.”