Spell Peculiar Novels & Stories

He motion the other to attack them, but a light comes out in between that scattered along the surface of the woods. “Stay where you are… Keep preaching.” Cordelia stated. “Audi Lunae dea carmen meum. Malus creatura dormiat in tenebris rt proiicat ea. In globo lucis requelescant.” (Goddess of the moon, hear my spell. Let the evil creature sleep in darkness and cast them away.Let them rest in a ball of light.) Lazarus could not believe what he saw. Her kin fell to the ground and lost consciousness and deeply asleep. The lights that wrapped around their body suddenly appeared in his sight.

It's not Latin or any other language I am conversant with. However, under the foreign text, it seems someone has translated the language and also in a neat handwriting. The discovery instantly makes me feel so much better. Slowly, I read the translated text. And then, I read it again. “No,” I whisper. “Yes,” Fiona says. The translated text is a spell called ‘The Severance’, and the spell is designed to steal power from one source and transfer it to another. Specifically, the spell can steal a Trueblood’s power and give it to someone else.

This was terrible. One of legend-sorcerer Fin’s most terrifying abilities was his gift for twisting the life force of living beings into glowing cocoons—cocoons that became vessels for monstrous creations. Everyone knew his infamous spell. It was the kind of dark magic that fed on life itself, a forbidden art that had once wiped out thousands on a single battlefield.

Finally, he stopped at the particular recipe, his brow furrowed. “This…” he murmured, tracing the symbols with a gnarled finger. “This is a resurrection spell , Lucas. I haven't seen anything like it in centuries. I’ve only read about it. It speaks of… waking a dead being." Relief washed over me in a tidal wave. “That’s why I am here. So, you can make it?”

Cam shakes her head. “Oh no, that wouldn’t work. This spell can’t be attached to an object or developed in potion form. It has to be cast in person.” She explains. “Oh, so at least one of the psychos is definitely a Witch or Warlock.” I confirm. “Without a doubt.” She agrees grimly.

he asks, glancing around the table. “He might be able to lie,” Maya says, pulling a large, worn book out of her bag, her hands quivering and her voice shaking. “What Taryn is describing is the effects of the spiritus imperium spell. It’s an illegal spell, but we all know legality of spells doesn’t stop witches from using them.” She opens her book and flips through the pages, scanning the text on them. “A healer can remove the spell depending on how long it’s been in place. I’m guessing Dominic has had this spell on him for a while, since Taryn could only lift it temporarily.”

Sebastian asked thoughtfully. Every family focused on different kinds of mystic spells in their legacies. For instance, the Sacred Medicine Society was best at thunder spells, but they also had skills in other types. The Ballards' yellow paper charm spells and other spells were all related to fire. The Divine Fire spell that trapped Samson, and the spell that Milton had used during the great battle at the Hall of the Ancestral Dragon the other day were all fire-related spells. Andreas smiled bleakly and said, "Our family is one of the ancestral dragon's tomb keepers. The ancestral dragon had five different kinds of spells, namely, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth! Gold referred to thunder

Instead of a protective barrier, the spell had unleashed something far more sinister. She knows the spell she cast that day was not one of protection at all. In her desperation, Demika had attempted a revealing spell, seeking to unearth the true nature of the creature that had attacked Selena. But as she cast the spell, she was pulled into a vision, a nightmarish realm where the air was thick with malevolence. She remembers the vision she had while attempting to cast the spell—a vision so terrifying that it left her convulsing on the floor, her mind shattered by the sight of the creature that attacked Selena.

Hurriedly, they calmed themselves down and quickly started to operate the high-end mind cultivation methods of their sects to protect themselves against the spell's influence. The Zuoqiu family had three great spells: Soul-exterminating Blood Spell, Soul-tracking Blood Spell, and Soul-petrifying Blood Spell. Among them, the Soul-petrifying Blood Spell would bring their enemies the top-level fear, despair, and pains in an instant so as to pull their enemies' teeth off. On the platform, the black fog completely enveloped Xiao Chen only in moments. Even those people below the platform, who were on the edge of the black fog, were in such a condition; one could imagine what Xiao Chen's present si