Spell Peculiar Novels & Stories

Luckily there were curtains that surrounded each section of the bed, blocking the bright sunlight. Noel held his forehead with his trembling hand, grunting once in awhile as he felt his Mana draining. His breath also felt heavy as if the hole in his chest prevents him to breathe. He just noticed what happened to him earlier at the cafe after slightly calming his throbbing head down. "…Is this, 'Spirit Pierce'?" He muttered. It made sense given the amount of pain that he felt, as if his soul was stabbed by something sharp. Spirit Pierce is a magic attack spell of a mythical class, used mainly for communication between worlds. The procedure of casting the spell was also hard to maintain and wo

Thankfully they hear the fear in my voice and listen to my directions and leave the room. It takes me a few more minutes to reach Ri'elle, he is no longer able to speak, there is blood pouring from his mouth. I slowly reach out to the spirits around him, taking some of the pressure off of him, then I redirect that energy to the animals around us. The way that this specific spell works is that the enemy has bound a single spirit to each of the wolves in my pack that is under attack. These spirits are trying to rip the souls out of the bodies of each of the pack members. What Ri'elle is trying to do is redirect the spirits away from the pack members, onto the animals, from there he can try to

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

It has a long tongue with stink saliva. "This is what they were talking about. I must finish this now," she says while gritting her teeth. She opens her war bag using her telekinesis ability. Daggers are floating because of Dealla's blue-green smokes. "I must target the heart." She did. She frowns when the creature lost its consciousness after she stabs it from the heart. There is no blood. The wound produces stink smokes until it eats the whole body of creatures and evaporates.

He said arrogantly. Alfi draws four black Jepitrons with 666 on their legs from his bracelet and enchants a rune spell. “"fire", "daubentonis"=>"water", "felix"=>"earth", ’strigiformes"=>"wind"); ?>“ “Err, What is he doing?” Kartika asked as she looks Alfi speaking gibberish. You may see the spell-like a simple PHP code, though I am pretty sure most of you don’t know what it means, yet in the scene, he just speaks gibberish. I just deciphered it into PHP code so you will get the point.

It appeared to be a silver dragon dancing in the air. Heather's Water Channeling Spell was one of her most potent spells. The Sea Mackie Clan had lived in the sea for generations, and the spells they learned were distinct from those of the clans on land, the most notable being the Water Channeling Spell, which allowed them to summon massive waterspouts and use them to attack enemies. "Everyone, get out of my way!" Heather let out a war cry and pointed at her adversaries. The massive waterspout slammed into her enemies, destroying everything in its path.

“This is where Gabriel keeps his research. If there’s a way to stop him, it’s in here.” Nathanial and I began to sift through the books and scrolls, searching for anything that could help us. Time was running out, and the pressure was intense. As I read through an old, dusty tome, I found a passage that made my blood run cold. “The spell can only be broken by an equally powerful force,” I read aloud. “A counter-spell, cast with the blood of a true descendant of the original werewolf clan.” Nathanial looked over my shoulder, his brow furrowed. “Does that mean...?”

They were too perfect to exist. "Boundary spells will take time to create hence the reason I brought a dark object that will immediately drain him of his power and make him seem more humane." Suzy winked at me. "What is the dark object?" Hilda touched a large palm tree bark and the wind started swirling almost immediately. "You will see," she said and stopped mid-air to inspect our surroundings. She slowed her breathing as she tried to make a magical reading.

Dani paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” Dani snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.” Khalid glanced in my direction.

As I reached the middle of the book, my motion halted. “The Soul?” I read the title at the top of the paper. “The soul is a spell which is mostly used to trap Lycan’s soul deep inside so they would lose their power. But, in rare cases of mixed-born, the spell can be used to trap both souls. Separated the two souls and made their power extremely weak. If the spell is performed on one who had been cursed before, it would crack the spell and free the soul.” My jaw dropped. “There is such a strong spell! Wow.”