Spell Pillar Novels & Stories

His hackles rose. “Danger,” he said, curling back his lips over his sharp teeth. “I don’t like this,” Thor said. “Something about this feels….wrong.” “That makes two of us,” Isolde added. Korrigan circled slightly, studying the surface. “It’s too smooth,” he said. “It doesn’t have any seams. That doesn’t make any sense.” Senna moved closer to it. I moved with her. My eyes scanned the base of the Spire, searching for something, anything, that would match what I had seen in the schematics. But all I saw was black metal and stone.

It lunged. John met it mid-air. Gold fire exploded from his chest, colliding with the Spiral’s roots. The force knocked both of them back John to the ground, Spiral into the altar, cracking it further. Seraphina raised her arms, summoning a barrier of white flame around Sarah. “You want the crown?” she shouted at the Spiral. “You’ll have to burn the Hollow to the ground to get it.” The Spiral let out a noise that wasn’t quite a laugh. “All of this,” it said, “already burned. You just didn’t feel the heat yet.”

The spire cracks—fissures spreading lightning-fast. Core exposed—pulsing vulnerable. I dive straight in. **Abyssal Canticle**—voice carrying through wards. Swarm screams—HP bars plummeting across HUD. *Ultimate: Swarm Debuff – ninety percent Resistance Down* Julian strikes the core—fangs sinking deep, draining the heart dry. Vampires tear it apart. Charges detonate. The spire explodes—black ichor raining, shockwave flattening lesser beasts. Nest dies—core imploding silent.

​The climb was not a journey; it was a vertical war. ​The interior of the Spire’s foundation was a hollowed-out nightmare of ancient stone and modern corruption. Massive, glowing indigo pipes pulsed with the rhythm of a heartbeat, carrying siphoned ley-line energy upward to where the Queen waited. There were no stairs here, only the "Maintenance Shafts" vertical drops that vanished into a pitch-black abyss.

Clank! The coffin shook and roared. The Miller family members activated their power. “Kill this d*mn monk!” After activating the spell formation, a light pillar with one-meter diameter rushed out right under the cage that Pindola was in. Spotty black fire that filled the light pillar floated rhythmically, that it was extremely frightening at a glance. “Great Monk, watch out below!” He noticed the warning that the great demon had issued. Wham! The light pillar slammed into the cage, shattering the cage.

“Get out, get out before they attack you!” The pillars around us groan. “Attack us?! What do you mean, what are they?” Theon demands. “They’re under spells, he’s using them to defend me!” One of the pillars who had turned into a figure that resembles a rock troll roars, nearly deafening us. It’s got bulky hands and legs, a large head with vague features, with a circular torso. When it raises its left leg and stomps down, just millimeters away from where it was a moment before, a huge tremor travels up our bodies from the ground, followed by a sound akin to a sonic blast.

“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.

"Welcome to the Word Arena, Welcome again to the 2nd Maharlika Spelling Twistbee!" I heard the voice of Mikey the pronouncer on a microphone as I bolt and launched from a tribute tube, a glass cylinder that contains the Launch Plate, a metal disk that ascends from the launch room into the arena. All tributes are launched at the same time, in a circle that surrounds the so-called Patag, which lies in the center of the circle. I covered my eyes because the sunlight almost blinded me as I rise. As the disk stops, I can see all the tributes standing on the same platform as mine with our seals attached to it.

I was about to pull away from his hug when he tightened it. “T-Tirso...” “I want a kisspirin from you, Irene.” What? K-Kisspirin?! Is that even medicine?!

"Direct it, Kael! Be the bridge! Prove that you are more than just a failed experiment!" Kael screamed, but no sound escaped his lips. His vocal cords were vibrating so fast they felt like they would turn to ash. He could see the entire structure of the Spire through the conduit—every hidden chamber, every trap, every prisoner, every drop of stolen life. It was a symphony of agony. He realized, with a terrifying clarity, that he was holding the palace together. If he let go, the surge would not just kill him; it would discharge, tearing the Spire down to its foundations and killing everyone inside.