Spell Entity Novels & Stories

Spitfire looked from a distance like she had smooth skin, but if she were to come close enough for one to touch her, one could see that what had seemed to be skin was, seen up close, actually super fine scales, so fine you might measure them in millimeters. According to Liz, I had seen my first supernatural entity when we had encountered the Black-Eyed Kid in Kansas, but I wasn’t sure that I shouldn’t count Mr. X as a supernatural entity and I had seen him before that. But Black-Eyed Kids and Men in Black were humanoids. Spitfire, a p’ckit dragon, wasn’t even trying to look human. I had thought that the first truly nonhuman creature I would probably see as an Agent of Control would be someth

She asked, her tone showing her disapproval. “That's why I am here," Marcel quickly dismisses that talk. “You were saying I need to command the voices in my head to remove the concealing spell off me. I want to know how I can do that because these demons inside of me never listen to anything I say," he further added. “Laetus not demons," Selena corrected. ”What's the difference? They are all the same," Marcel said, not giving much thought to their labels. ”You have to know their difference if you want to be able to accomplish what you want," she said and he signed.

“We measure every fear against the moment we chose each other. If the fear says that choice never happened, or was a mistake, we know whose voice it is.” “The serpent’s,” Ronan said. Saying it out loud made the thing flinch again. I could feel it. Good. Ronan I’d always preferred concrete enemies. Storms. Rival kings. Sorcerers with armies. You can punch those. You can throw ships at them, or blades, or walls. You can’t punch a whisper. But watching the way the entity recoiled every time we named what it was doing, I realized something I probably should have figured out sooner:

“Where?” “I don’t exactly remember the name, but it is situated a few miles away from here, and Spraggins Corporation runs it. I heard it is the best orphan in the city. It provides every facility for children. They have large bedrooms, toys, swimming pools, clothes, and food. And they even educate the kids.” He glanced at the building before meeting my eyes. “I’m happy for them. They got rid of this hellhole. They were freed from those evil souls.” My brows snapped together in confusion. “What are you talking about, Ronan?”

“Devour it? What does that mean? You’re going to eat it?” Neela replied, “Yes, the soul imprint is actually a form of soul power. I can devour it, it’s a snack for me.” Alex was speechless. As expected, a Benares Dragon was indeed extraordinary. However, Spencer’s soul imprint was exactly what he wanted right now. Alex wanted to lure Spencer to enter the secret realm with him. Having him to follow Alex was a good thing. Once they reached the secret realm and into the spell formation, it would not be too late to devour the soul imprint by then.

The world went on around me, Theridialis chattering with great excitement. "Incredible. Absolutely incredible. Have you ever felt anything like it, Haralthazar?" Dad must have answered to the negative because Theridialis went on. "Nor I, my friend. A living entity whose sole purpose is to feed from the life force of another. Like a parasite, only spirit based." Someone groaned. It was enough for me to risk looking up. I'm glad I did, because it proved to me I wasn't going to fall apart after all. And better, I was there to see Sebastian sit up, shake his head, raise his gaze and meet mine.

The sharp chaotic spears pierced their bodies and exploded in chains, decimating bats left and right! Slash! Boom! Crash! Clash! "Oho! What a sight!" laughed Belphegor, flying near the surviving bats as they desperately tried to kill him, Spectral Bats had the special ability to exert their own souls as spectral forms, releasing bullets made of the spectral soul against Belphegor, which could directly damage his soul! However, the old blazing skull laughed, as he conjured a powerful spell! "Gyahahah! Is that what you call a spectral attack? Look and learn! Pandemonium Ring!"

The creature before Adrian was far more terrifying than the previous evil spirit. He sneered and said, “Quite an impressive being, but it’s time for you to show yourself.” A massive soul entity emerged, exuding a menacing aura. Adrian's interest was piqued as he observed the formidable figure. “Leave now, outsiders, or I will destroy you,” the soul entity threatened, its authoritative voice resonating with power. As it spoke, energy radiated from it, revealing the strength of someone at the mid-Divine Stage.

Hope explains to us, “You thank the tulpa, and tell it that you will see it soon. That’s why the dragon disappeared.” “Does it hurt the tulpa,” I ask Hope, concerned for the dragon, “I mean, it sure seemed real. Was it real? Does it die when it goes away?” “Oh no, the dragon isn’t real, he can’t be hurt,” Hope reassures me gently, “The tulpa is just thought energy that, with training, forms itself into what you want it to be. It doesn’t have thoughts or feelings. It looks like a sweet little dragon, and I can see why you would worry. That was a particularly adorable, and realistic, looking dragon. But despite its appearance, it’s not alive. We can’t create life. Only the Goddess can do tha

the white cloud with those horrible eyes, drifting before me just prior to unleashing ruin upon every one of us. "A Soothsayer can be stirred to turn into a Spier," Felix says, his voice touched with energy, "one of the six Gifts!" "What is a Spier?" I ask, looking at the manner in which Liam's face turns hard at Felix's words. I develop much more intrigued, noticing his distress.