Spell Hollering Novels & Stories

Alpha Hollis POV ‘This is Alpha Hollis Quisling of the Rip Claw Pack if anyone can hear me, I am being held captive. I don’t know where I am, I think I have been here for a week. If anyone can hear me, PLEASE HELP.’ I say this mantra each time I surface. I am not even certain it has been a week, I have lost count of the number of times I have surfaced to have that vampire send me back to the depths of wolfsbane hell.

Rikas loosened his ears to listen to how the spell goes like “Akkrisis! Traas traas, helmott, ek astraa rohek, kiironn, draa iksss straataa... A dying son of... you put your father’s name, and then you finish off with... has summon you for help!” “Its simple” “Yes. Simple but powerful! Now repeat! Eyes open!” Rikas glanced at Hemon, with a suspicious look in his eyes, feeling as though Hemon was deliberately trying to mock him. What is so difficult in the spell, that he has to repeat again? He let out a small cough to clear out his throat. Then he began “Aksuris! traans traans shelton!” He instantly paused, feeling like he had missed out a part before the ‘shelton’ “Something came before tha

Iapetus said, "And he said, it's mostly likely to be a Vita Collybus spell." That said, Iapetus just stood there and look at them, as if waiting for some sudden enlightenment. "Well?" Erebus said. "Isn't that obvious?" Iapetus looked genuinely surprised. "We are not expert on spell, Iapetus." Metis said with extraordinary patience. "Yes, of course. But--" Iapetus still seemed shocked. "So what's a Vita Collybus spell?" Kitty just plainly asked what was on all the others' minds. "What does it sound like--" Iapetus said with a grinning smile. He cannot help his passion when it comes to riddles.

So yet more, once more while we are waiting for the Bride of Hell to come to clean up her mess, we chant… "Be gone." "Take your leave." "You are defeated." "You shall cease to exist." "You will release yourself." "I command you." "This spell diminishes you." "As I speak, so it must be." As the final syllable leaves in union from the lips of our misfits, there is a slight tremble, a jerk in the movements that Roberto is making. He starts to fumble, and when he speaks, for a brief moment, it is the voice of Roberto that comes rising past The Darkness. And with this hope in sight, Connor hollers.

"SKOTEINÓ THÉAMA!!!!!!" Another survival spell was cast from the group. This time it was Audrey who chanted the spell. This was the fleeing spell, which she found as the ideal spell to use at this moment to escape. A brilliant light shone in the surroundings and it was too blinding. Nero was leaping away with Audrey on his back, while the rest of their friends were running behind them. All had the same grim expression on their faces. They fear for their own safety, but more than that, they fear for Niccoli's. At least for them, they have each other to rely on. Yet they were still having a hard time to fend off the hoard of the undead. So how could Niccoli be any better? He was left by himsel

Jenifer and Amanda, sensing the shift, unleashed an even more potent magical assault, their spells exploding with energy. Mariah’s frustration escalated to a boiling point; her roars of anger pierced the night air. She attempted to break free from the fray, her gaze searching frantically until it landed on Bella and me. But we were relentless; she began attacking again, her determination unwavering. After noticing Mariah’s struggle, Holli charged towards us, but Bella was ready. Her claws raked into Holli's side, teeth sinking into the softer flesh of her neck. Holli let out a piercing roar, writhing in agony as Bella's venom coursed through her.

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”

"When I say so, everyone needs to dribble some blood on the ground. I don't care how you do it, but it needs to hit the pavement." Snarls, some a little more animalistic than human, sounded. I began the long sequence of the Ancestor's Storm spell. As soon as the last syllable fell from my lips, I yelled, "NOW!" I launched immediately into Conjuration of Soul Draining. The reversal of magic from the crazy lady wearing Ferria rocked through our group like we'd been hit by a tidal wave. I held onto Kiema as if all our lives depended on it. They did. They really fucking did.

The spy that had just spoken felt uneasy and asked in a hoarse voice, “W-What do you mean?” “My intention...” A smile curved on Halle’s lips as she said, “was to let you pass false information to him! That way, it’ll be convenient for my next actions.” The spies were struck with realization at her words, but it was too late. Boom! Before they could react, Halle suddenly erupted with a powerful aura. Streaks of bloody light flashed and pierced into their bodies. It was countless insects. Each of them was vividly alive, fierce, and vicious.

Magic danced on Gulliver's fingertips, the madness in his eyes matching Dracul's and the guards stilled in fear of either party, not wanting to be on the wrath of either side. "Fine,” Dracul growled. "I'll finish it up myself and come for all your heads!" He crouched low, going for another charge, the very humanity in his eyes draining put with every spring and flex of muscles. "Kolpea atzera!" Gulliver bellowed, slamming into the wall with the same spell. "Kolpea atzera!, Kolpea atzera, KOLPEA ATZERA!" The spell slammed hit him multiple times pushing him deeper and deeper into the wall, the sickening crack of his bones filled the air and as Dracul's eyes rolled into his head.