Spell Pillar Novels & Stories

The Spire, once a distant threat, now loomed closer, its presence a constant reminder of the dangers that lay ahead, and the ever-present shadow of their missing friend. As they drew closer, the ground began to tremble. The air crackled with energy, and the scent of sulfur filled their nostrils. The Forgotten Spire was waking up, and with it, the whispers of the prophecy grew stronger. Aria felt a shiver run down her spine, not just from the cold. The closer they got to the Spire, the stronger the pull of the Crimson Heart, the more intense the visions of past lives. Images of love, loss, and the eternal struggle between good and evil flashed before her eyes, leaving her disoriented and afra

“This is the land of the sun and the salt! Return to the dark!” ​A massive wave of silver energy erupted from her, striking the bone spire with the force of a falling star. The spire groaned, a deep, metallic sound that shook the very foundations of the palace. Cracks began to appear in its translucent surface, and the bioluminescent veins flickered and died.

His cloak billowed, shielding her, axe gleaming, warmth her anchor, runes pulsing, growls closer. Lila’s charcoal raced, hazel eyes wide, voice a gasp, mapping runes, frost smudging parchment. “Sam, spiral’s the heart—break it!” Spark yipped, fierce. Shine, Lila! Her hands steadied, map glowing faintly, courage blooming, the hum a threat, spires looming.

I scream. The shard comes free. The spire collapses.

well, go. Supposedly the prison they are going to is a kind of artificial hole that measures more than ten thousand kilometers, the prisoners are separated by sections and the cells arranged in the form of a labyrinth, they are also fed live chickens. Apparently that negligible amount of blood is keeping them alive but not strong enough to escape. Anyway, I decided to return Jeanne sight but not to lift the other spell. It gives me some comfort knowing she won't be able to get close to me without being struck by lightning. I wonder if I should have bewitched her minions as well...

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

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?”

Iapetus nodded in deep thoughts, "The blue one was exactly like how Signo the Imprimerer described how the Vita Collybus spell would work. And the red one..." Their eyes were all on Iapetus. He paused for a second and said: "...is a tracking spell." "So someone has been tracking the blue haired witch, who exchanged her life with yet another someone?" Kitty asked, "But, the blue spell didn't hit anyone in particular either--" "Half of what you said was right. The red star is tracking the blue haired witch, but the blue spell, is the end of the Vita Collybus spell, as in, when the exchange ended." Iapetus said and stared at Kitty with expectation in his eyes.

Chelsea had finally learned to stand against it , instead of running away at the horrendous sight of its hairy body . " Just die already !" snarled Chelsea angrily as she got on her knees . Summoning the last bit of her mana , she called out to Juniper . Her hand shimmered with greenish hue , the ground trembled and sharply pointed wooden stakes the size of tree trunks spourted out of the floor . Chelsea wished that these stakes may pierce the spider with its pointy edges but her last attempt was doomed to fail , the stakes , slipped and glided over its smooth shell and shattered .