Spell Pariah Novels & Stories

Severin's determined tone reverberated like a thunderbolt. He unleashed his level three paragon aura, tearing apart the surrounding space and whipping up a tempest of wind. Halbert's expression froze upon hearing Severin's resolute tone, but the stiffness was only momentary. A playful smile tugged at his lips. In his eyes, level three paragons could be crushed with the simplest of movements. As a core disciple of the Yellow Tribe Sacred Land, his demonic skills rivaled those of a level six paragon, earning him the respect of people like Blake.

No one cared enough to object. He decided to play a game he brought home just yesterday. 'Parvaneh', it read. The word for butterfly, in Persian. Ironic, since this game was anything but delicate. It contained quests, battles, homes, everything that could spark Uriel's interests. A game that jests reincarnation. Maybe that's why it's called Parvaneh; after all, butterflies represented spiritual rebirth. Not that he'd need it. He fully believed with his heart and soul, that he'd become the best player on there within two weeks tops. And maybe he would, one way or another. He gazed just in front of him, a painting of heavenly bodies bathing in the dusky sky gazing right back at him intensely.

Parish stepped forward, glared at the representative, and yelled angrily, “A person cannot choose the kind of background they come from. If we are really going to talk about backgrounds and reincarnation, then in my opinion, even if you are reincarnated eighty thousand times, you still wouldn’t be able to match up to her!” The representative who was previously arrogant and sarcastic toward Harmonia couldn't utter a word now. He quickly lowered his head and apologized repeatedly as he said, “I'm really sorry, Mr. Parish. My ability to express myself is limited, and I expressed my opinions too bluntly. I meant no harm, I just…” Mr. Parish chuckled and cut him off directly without showing any c

Maria had shared stories of some of her coven mates and a little bit of their history but the information was shallow enough that needed no pondering. But I had been meaning to hear from her about her bloodline. If she was one of the Cruz’s who held Larissa’s maternal blood then she is one of the most powerful witches in their Coven. Every time she told me about her secrets, the more I knew about her. Her hobbies, her likes, and dislikes. She likes to sing especially when she was alone in her room. She would turn the radio on, almost deafening sound reverbed inside her room. Even her favorite color was red, wine red, she emphasized. She did not like pets, she hates to clean their litter and

The king replied, “More than a thousand lives of my Maddox Village are in your hands. If I really wanted to trick you, I wouldn’t have brought you here.” At this moment, Xyris Labelle explained from the side, “This is a Cannibalistic Spell, a sort of powerful parasite. They will devour any sort of flesh and blood that get into contact with it.” Everyone turned to Xyris simultaneously. The bishop asked, “How do you know?”

Then, their bodies dissolved into countless, shimmering golden motes of light, drifting upward and vanishing into the brilliant sun. I could no longer hold back my tears. I believed my own life would end with their departure, my wish finally spent. But then, the system chimed one last time. [Because Player Cassidy has accomplished a feat of redemption unprecedented since the game's creation, her selfless sacrifice has profoundly moved the foundational laws of 'Terminal Paradise'. [The laws have determined that such devotion deserves an equivalent miracle. [The system will return an equal reward—"Miracle Healing." [Congratulations, Cassidy Eden. You have been reborn.]

“ As you know, long before Abnormals of today took power here in Ocrad, it was known by a different name, Daikhana. Absalon, the one you call The Paragon, ruled over the ancient humans with an iron fist; after all, we humans are mere shards of Absalon. Of course, he was defeated and sealed away by the founders of your Abnormal villages. Sintar the Dragon, Augar the Giant, Rudoka the Kitsune, Azrez the Naga, Ivaura the Hydra, Koame the Anansi, Eterna the Phoenix, Raithea the Siren, Mazoga the Orc, and Syrink the Griffin. But before he fell, he gave my people his trump card. A grimoire with spells and rituals, including what is now known as The Paragon’s Sacrament. This, as I presume you’ve he

“We’ll enjoy seeing how a fish fucks.” Dove’s cheeks pinked and she avoided looking at Lyric. “You’re kidding,” Lyric was nauseated. “They need to verify that you’re both fulfilling your purpose,” Dove replied. “The guards perform that service.” “Free pornography,” one of them commented, and all laughed. “Bonus privileges for those who give us a good show.” “Great,” Lyric said through her teeth. “Do they watch Sparrow fuck too?” “No,” Dove shook her head. “Sparrow is different. He is a victim of monsters and has been loyal to the Order since he was a teenager. He seeks a cure for his lycanism.”

Asher “The perfect beings?”I repeated, brows furrowing. “The Paragon.” “It sounds fucking crazy,” Thayer said, pacing around the prison and running his hands through his hair. He stared at the ground, his wolfish eyes turning a piercing red demon color. “Because it is. How can a species be perfect? Not even gods can reach perfection.” “I’ve read about the Paragon briefly,”Lucas said. “Isn’t it a book in the library? From what I remember, the Paragonian people are a combination of species, almost like you. Multiple species in one.”

“I am power! I am forever!” Lisa pressed harder, her body trembling, her strength burning away. “You are nothing but a parasite. And this… is for my parents!” With one final cry, she shoved the spear deeper. It pierced through him entirely, the light exploding outward in a shockwave that ripped through the chamber. Malrik’s scream turned into a howl of despair before cutting off abruptly. His body shattered, breaking apart into fragments of shadow that dissolved into the air. The ritual circle burned out, the darkness vanishing as though it had never been.