Spell Pillar Novels & Stories

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.

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."

Each pillar shifted rhythmically, their movements erratic and unpredictable. At the far end, I spotted a glowing sigil—my next destination. ‘This is it,’ Naila said. ‘The rhythmic columns. You’ll have to time your movements perfectly to get through.’ I hesitated, my palms damp with sweat. "What happens if I misstep?" ‘Do you really want to find out?’ The first pillar slammed down with a deafening crash, sending a cloud of dust into the air. The second followed, then the third, each moving in a deadly sequence.

The atmospheric pressure inside the chamber spiked wildly, creating localized mini-tornadoes that ripped away the heavy stone pillars and tore through the vaulted ceiling. Without the stabilizer mechanisms that Seline had corrupted, the Air Anchor’s main crystal was collapsing under the massive battle pressure. "The spire is giving way!" Gideon shouted over the roaring wind, scrambling to his feet and pulling Lyra up with him. He retrieved his broadsword, strapping it to his back while keeping one arm firmly locked around Lyra’s waist. Lyra looked toward the center of the chamber, where the main core mechanism sat beneath the crumbling central pillar. The Air Anchor,a massive, floating spher

Julian asked, his voice sharp with defiance. "The mill is a vulnerability," I replied. "It is a manual relic. We are going to The Spire." Ethan let out a sound—a sharp, wounded laugh. "The Spire? That was your mother’s project, Grace. The one she said was too dangerous to ever activate. The one that was designed to map the global consciousness." "It is the only loom strong enough to hold the new pattern," I said.

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.

I couldn't tell where my shaking stopped and theirs began. He landed, tucking his wings in tight to his body, his tail swinging around and settling in front of his forelegs. He had talons on his tail too. Three to be exact, three deadly spikes. His roar shook the ground, and we cringed. The pulsing waves of magic made it difficult to stand. I'd never felt magic, but something inborn, deep inside of me, knew it for what it was. I looked sideways at Chersa. Her head tipped downward, tears streaming from her eyes.

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 .