Spell Pillar Novels & Stories

The liquid gold that had leaked from the upper Spire was now pooling at the edges of the room, vibrating at a high, metallic frequency that made everyone's ears bleed. Malachi didn't listen. The moment his physical eyes cleared, he didn't care about the gravity, the gold, or the shadow-beasts. He drove his hands into the stone floor, unleashing a tidal wave of solid midnight smoke that raced toward the crimson pillar, attempting to block the light from touching his son.

"You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!" The sorcerer fell but laughed even more wildly. "Frame you? Alpha Misael, you came with Luna Alayna to my black market that night. You even asked about side effects. Now you won't admit it?" She pulled out a time crystal ball. Inside, the scene showed Alayna asking greedily, "If I use this, the pup inside Sienna's belly will be transferred to mine?" The sorcerer's voice echoed, "Yes, but only if you make the carrier yourself and let her smell it."

"I don't need to find it. I’m already connected to it. I am the entry point." He reached out and touched the side of the Spire. The silver-glass didn't break; it recognized his frequency and dissolved into a circular hatch of gears. We stepped inside, leaving Kael, Silas, and the Grey Pack to hold the valley against the now-confused and terrified Western Alliances. The interior of the Spire was a vertical labyrinth of rotating platforms and glowing data-veins. It didn't look like magic; it looked like the inside of a clock that had swallowed a star.

Fractured. Mara whispered, “We need to go.” Kellen’s eyes darted across the clearing. “Something’s under us.” “No,” Seraphina said softly, almost in a trance. “Someone.” The stone spiral beneath her feet pulsed again. And then, suddenly, the earth split. A ring of dust burst upward as stone crumbled inward, revealing a circular stairwell carved straight into the hill’s heart. The descent was pitch-black, except for the sigils that bled light along the walls. A spiral descent into something ancient and forgotten.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

"Earth-type defense spells for two thousand grace points. Greatly improves one's earth-type powers and defenses upon acquisition." "Thunder-type Healing Pill for eight hundred grace points. Restores one's physical condition completely within one minute with the help of lightning strikes." … There were many other normal pills listed below. Despite them being significantly cheaper, Wilbur knew clearly that the old dragon's stuff was always worth their cost. The earth-type defense spells were red this time, which meant that they were of an even higher level than the last ones. No wonder they cost two thousand grace points. Wilbur had wanted to improve on these spells for a long time now and cho

She believed that without me, she could conquer the world on her own. However, she’d forgotten. In a company like this, resources reigned supreme, and I held all the resources in my hands. Once I left, it would cause a domino effect, and that would be the beginning of her downfall. At that moment, her phone rang. Allison glanced at the screen, then raised it triumphantly toward me, a smug look on her face. “See this? William from the foreign supply company is calling me. So what if you resign, Eric? Without you, they’ll naturally come to me for collaboration. Too bad, it’s too late for you to change your mind now.”

The ground under Adrien’s feet crumbled; he grabbed Sera’s arm as they slid toward the chasm. Zayn leapt, caught a broken column and dangled, kicking free of the grasping mist. From the chasm rose a single black spire, smooth as glass, taller than the tallest tower of either realm. At its tip, chains of both moonlight and shadow interwove, binding something unseen within. Liora, no, the thing inside her, raised her arm and pointed to the spire. “Here,” it said through her mouth, almost tenderly,

“Then it’s not getting it.” The ground cracked to our left, a fissure spidering out toward the ring. From it seeped a black mist that slithered like it was alive. When it touched one of the pillars, the carvings flared—then dimmed, as though the light was being sucked out. “Uh, Seren?” “Yeah, I see it.” She drew one of her blades, the sound crisp in the tense air. “Tell me this is normal Spire behavior.”

An epic tier skill that allowed the user to predict which spell or skill will be cast by simply gazing at the magic circle generated before the spell or skill was completed. However, if the possessor did not know the information about the skill beforehand, this skill would be useless. 'Flame explosion!' Sia was already aware of the spell Eliza was casting. [Ice Stairs] She also cast her own skill instead of breaking down Eliza's skill to save mana. Ice pillars emerged from the ground, sending a deep chill across the air. "Flame burst!" Eliza shouted as she unleashed her prowess. The pillars and the flame collided with a hiss. As a result of both spells being interrupted, thick smoke formed.